Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 5. Nothing but

Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
    Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so; 
    Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."

1. Roc
2. Sonnet 47. In Pride of Wit
3. Sonnet 23. Love, Banish'd Heav'n
4. The Trent (NEAR to the silver Trent)
5. Sonnet 14. If He From Heav'n

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