Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 15. Since to Obtain thee Nothing will be Stead

    His Remedy for Love

Since to obtain thee nothing will be stead,
I have a med'cine that shall cure my love,
The powder of her heart dried, when she is dead,
That gold nor honor ne'er had power to move,
Mixt with her tears, that ne'er her true-love crost
Nor at fifteen ne'er long'd to be a bride,
Boil'd with her sighs in giving up the ghost,
That for her late deceased husband died;
Into the same then let a woman breathe,
That, being chid, did never word reply,
With one thrice-married's prayers, that did bequeath
A legacy to stale virginity.
    If this receipt have not the power to win me, 
    Little I'll say, but think the Devil's in me.

1. Sonnet 24. I Hear Some Say
2. Sonnet 47. In Pride of Wit
3. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
4. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee
5. Sonnet 31. Methinks I See Some Crooked Mimic Jeer

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