The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair;
  Her brow shades frowns although her eyes are sunny;
  Her smiles are lightning though her pride despair;
  And her disdains are gall, her favours honey;
A modest maid, decked with a blush of honour,
  Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;
  The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,
  Sacred on earth, designed a saint above.
Chastity and beauty, which were deadly foes,
  Live reconcil├Ęd friends within her brow;
  And had she pity to conjoin with those,
  Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?
O had she not been fair and thus unkind,
My Muse had slept and none had known my mind!

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