Poem by Michael Drayton

Sonnet 34. Marvel not, Love

    To Admiration

Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought,
And knowing more than ever hath been taught,
That I am only starv'd in my desire.
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Aiming at things exceeding all perfection,
To Wisdom's self to minister correction,
That I am only starv'd in my desire.
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Though my conceit I further seem to bend
Than possibly invention can extend,
And yet am only starv'd in my desire.
    If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love: 
    That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.

1. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
2. Sonnet 38. Sitting Alone, Love
3. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee
4. Sonnet 60. Define my Weal
5. Sonnet 25. O Why should Nature Niggardly Restrain

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