The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


My spotless love hovers with purest wings
  About the temple of the proudest frame,
  Where blaze those lights, fairest of earthly things;
  Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame.
M'ambitious thoughts, confin├Ęd in her face,
  Affect no honour but what she can give;
  My hopes do rest in limits of her grace;
  I weigh no comfort unless she relieve.
For she that can my heart imparadise,
  Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is.
  My fortune's wheel's the circle of her eyes,
  Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss.
All my life's sweet consists in her alone,
So much I love the most unloving one.

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