The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Look, Delia, how w'esteem the half-blown rose,
  The image of thy blush, and summer's honour,
  Whilst yet her tender bud doth undisclose
  That full of beauty time bestows upon her.
No sooner spreads her glory in the air,
  But straight her wide-blown pomp comes to decline;
  She then is scorned that late adorned the fair;
  So fade the roses of those cheeks of thine.
No April can revive thy withered flowers,
  Whose springing grace adorns thy glory now;
  Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours,
  Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
Then do not thou such treasure waste in vain,
But love now whilst thou mayst be loved again.

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