Classic Poem

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Marvell not, Love, though I thy pow'r admire,
Ravish'd a World beyond the farthest Thought,
And knowing more then ever hath beene taught,
That I am onely starv'd in my desire;
Marvell not, Love, though I thy pow'r admire,
Ayming at things exceeding all perfection,
To Wisedome's selfe to minister direction,
That I am onely starv'd in my desire;
Marvell not, Love, though I thy pow'r admire,
Though my Conceit I further seeme to bend,
Then possibly Invention can extend,
And yet am onely starv'd in my desire;
 If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love,
 That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.