The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound
  In feeling hearts than can conceive these lines;
  Though thou a Laura hast no Petrarch found,
  In base attire yet clearly beauty shines.
And I though born within a colder clime,
  Do feel mine inward heat as great—I know it;
  He never had more faith, although more rhyme;
  I love as well though he could better show it.
But I may add one feather to thy fame,
  To help her flight throughout the fairest isle;
  And if my pen could more enlarge thy name,
  Then shouldst thou live in an immortal style.
For though that Laura better limnèd be,
Suffice, thou shalt be loved as well as she!

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