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 23. Love, Banish'd Heav'n
2. Sonnet 36. Thou Purblind Boy
3. Sonnet 16. Mongst all the Creatures in this Spacious Round
4. Sonnet 42. Some Men there Be which like My Method Well
5. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee

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