Sonnet Xliv- O Be Not Griev’d By Samuel Daniel

Sonnet Xliv- O Be Not Griev’D

O be not griev’d that these my papers should
Betray unto the world how fair thou art,
Or that my wits have show’d the best they could
The chastest flame that ever warmed heart.
Think not, sweet Delia, this shall be thy shame,
My Muse should sound thy praise with mournful warble;
How many live, the glory of whose name
Shall rest in ice when thine is grav’d in marble?
Thou mayst in after ages live esteem’d,
Unburied in these lines reserv’d in pureness;
These shall entomb those eyes that have redeem’d
Me from the vulgar, thee from all obscureness.
Although my carefull accents ne’er mov’d thee,
Yet count it no disgrace that I have lov’d thee.


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