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 16. Mongst all the Creatures in this Spacious Round
3. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee
4. Sonnet 9. As Other Men
5. Sonnet 18. To this our World

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