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Sonnet XXXVII: O Why Doth Delia

O why doth Delia credit so her glass,

Gazing her beauty deign'd her by the skies,

And doth not rather look on him (alas)

Whose state best shows the force of murd'ring eyes?

The broken tops of lofty trees declare

The fury of a mercy-wanting storm;

And of what force your wounding graces are,

Upon my self you best may find the form.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XXIII: Time, Cruel Time

Time, cruel Time, come and subdue that brow

Which conquers all but thee, and thee, too, stays

As if she were exempt from scythe or bow,

From love or years unsubject to decays.

Or art thou grown in league with those fair eyes

That they may help thee to consume our days?

Or dost thou spare her for her cruelties,

Being merciless like thee that no man weighs?

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XIII: Behold What Hap

Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame

And carve his proper grief upon a stone;

My heavy fortune is much like the same:

I work on flint, and that's the cause I moan.

For hapless, lo, ev'n with mine own desires,

I figur'd on the table of my heart

The fairest form, the world's eye admires,

And so did perish by my proper art.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet IV: These Plaintive Verses

These plaintive verses, the Posts of my desire,

Which haste for succour to her slow regard:

Bear not report of any slender fire,

Forging a grief to win a fame's reward.

Nor are my passions limn'd for outward hue,

For that no colors can depaint my sorrows;

Delia herself and all the world may view

Best in my face, how cares hath till'd deep forrows.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XXXVIII: Fair and Lovely Maid

Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,

See thy Leander striving in these waves,

Poor soul forespent, whose force can do no more:

Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves.

And waft him to thee with those lovely eyes,

A happy convoy to a holy land;

Now show thy power and where thy virtue lies;

To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XL: But Love

But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again,

Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers;

Now, whilst thy beauty bears without a stain,

Now use thy Summer smiles ere Winter lours.

And whilst thou spread'st unto the rising sun,

The fairest flower that ever saw the light,

Now joy thy time before thy sweet be done;

And, Delia, think thy morning must have night,

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet VII: O Had She Not Been Fair

O 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 survey'd,

Nor graver brows have judg'd my Muse so vain;

No sun my blush and error had bewray'd,

Nor yet the world had heard of such disdain.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XLVIII: My Cynthia

My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes

The ready handmaids on her grace attending

That never fall to ebb, nor ever dries,

For to their flow she never grants an ending.

Th'Ocean never did attend more duly

Upon his Sovereign's course, the night's pale Queen,

Nor paid the impost of his waves more truly,

Than mine to her in truth have ever been.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XLVI: Let others sing of knights and paladines

XLVI

Let others sing of knights and paladines

In aged accents and untimely words;

Paint shadows in imaginary lines

Which well the reach of their high wits records:

But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes

Authentic shall my verse in time to come,

When yet th' unborn shall say, "Lo where she lies

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet X: O Then I Love

O then I love and draw this weary breath,

For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow

I written find the sentence of my death

In unkind letters, wrought she cares not how.

O thou that rul'st the confines of the night,

Laughter-loving Goddess, worldly pleasures' Queen,

Intenerate that heart that sets so light

The truest love that ever yet was seen.

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet XLV: Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night

XLV

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,

Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:

Relieve my languish, and restore the light,

With dark forgetting of my cares, return;

And let the day be time enough to mourn

The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:

Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,

by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet VIII: Thou Poor Heart

Thou poor heart sacrific'd unto the fairest,

Hast sent the incense of thy sighs to heav'n;

And still against her frowns fresh vows repairest,

And made thy passions with her beauty ev'n.

And you mine eyes, the agents of my heart,

Told the dumb message of my hidden grief,

And oft with careful turns, with silent art,

Did treat the cruel Fair to yield relief.

by Samuel Daniel