The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Why should I sing in verse? Why should I frame
  These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
  Why should I offer up unto her name,
  The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make?
Why should I strive to make her live for ever,
  That never deigns to give me joy to live?
  Why should m'afflicted Muse so much endeavour
  Such honour unto cruelty to give?
If her defects have purchased her this fame,
  What should her virtues do, her smiles, her love?
  If this her worst, how should her best inflame?
  What passions would her milder favours move?
Favours, I think, would sense quite overcome;
And that makes happy lovers ever dumb.

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