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. Sonnet 37. Dear, why should You Command Me to My Rest
2. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
3. Sonnet 46. Plain-path'd Experience
4. Sonnet 19. You Cannot Love
5. Sonnet 16. Mongst all the Creatures in this Spacious Round

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