The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


If that a loyal heart and faith unfeigned,
  If a sweet languish with a chaste desire,
  If hunger-starven thoughts so long retained,
  Fed but with smoke, and cherished but with fire;
And if a brow with care's charàcters painted
  Bewray my love with broken words half spoken
  To her which sits in my thoughts' temple sainted,
  And lays to view my vulture-gnawn heart open;
If I have done due homage to her eyes,
  And had my sighs still tending on her name,
  If on her love my life and honour lies,
  And she, th'unkindest maid, still scorns the same;
Let this suffice, that all the world may see
The fault is hers, though mine the hurt must be.

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