The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


At the Author's going into Italy

Ah whither, poor forsaken, wilt thou go,
  To go from sorrow and thine own distress,
  When every place presents like face of woe,
  And no remove can make thy sorrows less!
Yet go, forsaken! Leave these woods, these plains,
  Leave her and all, and all for her that leaves
  Thee and thy love forlorn, and both disdains,
  And of both wrongful deems and ill conceives.
Seek out some place, and see if any place
  Can give the least release unto thy grief;
  Convey thee from the thought of thy disgrace,
  Steal from thyself and be thy cares' own thief.
But yet what comforts shall I hereby gain?
Bearing the wound, I needs must feel the pain.

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