The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Then do I love and draw this weary breath
  For her, the cruel Fair, within whose brow
  I written find the sentence of my death
  In unkind letters wrote she cares not how.
Thou power that rul'st the confines of the night,
  Laughter-loving goddess, worldly pleasures' queen,
  Intenerate that heart that sets so light
  The truest love that ever yet was seen;
And cause her leave to triumph in this wise
  Upon the prostrate spoil of that poor heart
  That serves, a trophy to her conquering eyes,
  And must their glory to the world impart;
Once let her know sh'hath done enough to prove me,
And let her pity if she cannot love me!

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