The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Lo here the impost of a faith entire,
  That love doth pay, and her disdain extorts;
  Behold the message of a chaste desire
  That tells the world how much my grief imports.
These tributary passions, beauty's due,
  I send those eyes, the cabinets of love;
  That cruelty herself might grieve to view
  Th'affliction her unkind disdain doth move.
And how I live, cast down from off all mirth,
  Pensive, alone, only but with despair;
  My joys abortive perish in their birth,
  My griefs long-lived and care succeeding care.
This is my state, and Delia's heart is such;
I say no more, I fear I said too much.


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