The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Come Time, the anchor hold of my desire,
  My last resort whereto my hopes appeal;
  Cause once the date of her disdain t'exspire,
  Make her the sentence of her wrath repeal.
Rob her fair brow, break in on beauty, steal
  Power from those eyes which pity cannot spare;
  Deal with those dainty cheeks, as she doth deal
  With this poor heart consumèd with despair.
This heart made now the pròspective of care
  By loving her, the cruelst fair that lives,
  The cruelst fair that sees I pine for her,
  And never mercy to thy merit gives.
Let her not still triumph over the prize
Of mine affections taken by her eyes.

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