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Sonnets: Idea XXXIV To Admiration

By Michael Drayton

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Marvel not, love, though I thy power admire,         Ravished a world beyond the farthest thought,         And knowing more than ever hath been taught,     That I am only starved in my desire.     Marvel not, love, though I thy power admire,         Aiming at things exceeding all perfection,         To wisdom's self to minister direction,     That I am only starved 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 starved in my desire.         If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, love,         That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.

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About Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) was an English poet whose "Poly-Olbion" (1612–1622) is a vast topographical poem describing the landscape and legends of England and Wales. His sonnet "Since there's no help" is among the finest of the Elizabethan era.

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