Sonnet V: Nothing But No

Portrait of Michael Drayton
Michael Drayton 1563–1631

Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"? How falls it out so strangely you reply? I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so, With this affirming "No," denying "Aye." I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye"; I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No"; I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye"; "Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No"; Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"? No I am I, if I no more can have; Answer no more, with silence make reply, And let me take myself what I do crave. Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so; Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."

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