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.