The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


When winter snows upon thy sable hairs,
  And frost of age hath nipped thy beauties near,
  When dark shall seem thy day that never clears,
  And all lies withered that was held so dear;
Then take this picture which I here present thee,
  Limned with a pencil not all unworthy;
  Here see the gifts that God and nature lent thee,
  Here read thyself and what I suffered for thee.
This may remain thy lasting monument,
  Which happily posterity may cherish;
  These colours with thy fading are not spent,
  These may remain when thou and I shall perish.
If they remain, then thou shalt live thereby;
They will remain, and so thou canst not die.

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