Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 52. What? Dost thou Mean to Cheat Me of My Heart?

What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they get they ever do retain?
Play not the tyrant, but take some remorse;
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake;
Or, cruel, if thou canst not, let us 'scourse*, [discourse, bargain]
And, for one piece of thine, my whole heart take.
But what of pity do I speak to thee,
Whose breast is proof against complaint or prayer?
Or can I think what my reward shall be
From that proud beauty, which was my betrayer?
    What talk I of a heart, when thou hast none? 
    Or, if thou hast, it is a flinty one.

1. Sonnet 16. Mongst all the Creatures in this Spacious Round
2. Sonnet 34. Marvel not, Love
3. Roc
4. Sonnet 24. I Hear Some Say
5. Sonnet 36. Thou Purblind Boy

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