The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


If beauty thus be clouded with a frown,
  That pity shines no comfort to my bliss,
  And vapours of disdain so overgrown,
  That my life's light wholly indarkened is,
Why should I more molest the world with cries,
  The air with sighs, the earth below with tears,
  Since I live hateful to those ruthful eyes,
  Vexing with untuned moan her dainty ears!
If I have loved her dearer than my breath,
  My breath that calls the heaven to witness it!—
  And still hold her most dear until my death,
  And if that all this cannot move one whit,
Yet sure she cannot but must think apart
She doth me wrong to grieve so true a heart.

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