The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Delia, these eyes that so admireth thine,
  Have seen those walls which proud ambition reared
  To check the world, how they entombed have lain
  Within themselves, and on them ploughs have eared;
Yet never found that barbarous hand attained
  The spoil of fame deserved by virtuous men,
  Whose glorious actions luckily had gained
  Th'eternal annals of a happy pen.
And therefore grieve not if thy beauties die
  Though time do spoil thee of the fairest veil
  That ever yet covered mortality,
  And must instar the needle and the rail.
That grace which doth more than inwoman thee,
Lives in my lines and must eternal be.

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