The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


For had she not been fair and thus unkind,
  Then had no finger pointed at my lightness;
  The world had never known what I do find,
  And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness.
Then had no censor's eye these lines surveyed,
  Nor graver brows have judged my Muse so vain;
  No sun my blush and error had bewrayed,
  Nor yet the world had heard of such disdain.
Then had I walked with bold erected face;
  No downcast look had signified my miss;
  But my degraded hopes with such disgrace
  Did force me groan out griefs and utter this.
For being full, should I not then have spoken,
My sense oppressed had failed and heart had broken.

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