The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


False hope prolongs my ever certain grief,
  Traitor to me, and faithful to my love.
  A thousand times it promised me relief,
  Yet never any true effect I prove.
Oft when I find in her no truth at all,
  I banish her, and blame her treachery;
  Yet soon again I must her back recall,
  As one that dies without her company.
Thus often, as I chase my hope from me,
  Straightway she hastes her unto Delia's eyes;
  Fed with some pleasing look, there shall she be,
  And so sent back. And thus my fortune lies;
Looks feed my hope, hope fosters me in vain;
Hopes are unsure when certain is my pain.

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