The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Look in my griefs, and blame me not to mourn,
  From care to care that leads a life so bad;
  Th'orphan of fortune, born to be her scorn,
  Whose clouded brow doth make my days so sad.
Long are their nights whose cares do never sleep,
  Loathsome their days who never sun yet joyed;
  The impression of her eyes do pierce so deep,
  That thus I live both day and night annoyed.
Yet since the sweetest root yields fruit so sour,
  Her praise from my complaint I may not part;
  I love th'effect, the cause being of this power;
  I'll praise her face and blame her flinty heart,
Whilst we both make the world admire at us,
Her for disdain, and me for loving thus.

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