Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 35. Some, Misbelieving and Profane in Love

    To Miracle

Some, misbelieving and profane in love,
When I do speak of miracles by thee,
May say, that thou art flattered by me,
Who only write my skill in verse to prove.
See miracles, ye unbelieving, see
A dumb-born Muse made t'express the mind,
A cripple hand to write, yet lame by kind,
One by thy name, the other touching thee;
Blind were mine eyes, till they were seen of thine,
And mine ears deaf by thy fame healed be,
My vices cur'd by virtues sprung from thee,
My hopes reviv'd, which long in grave had lien*,      [lain]
    All unclean thoughts, foul spirits, cast out in me 
    Only by virtue that proceeds from thee.

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

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