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Samuel Daniel
(1562–1619)
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B
Beautie, sweet loue, is like the morning dewe
Behold what happe Pigmaleon had to frame
But loue whilst that thou maist be lou’d againe
C
Care-charmer sleepe, sonne of the Sable night
Come death the Anchor-holde of all my thoughtes
D
Delia these eyes that so admireth thine
Drawne with th’attractiue vertue of her eyes
F
Faire and louely maide, looke from the shore
Faire is my loue, and cruell as sh’is faire
False hope prolongs my euer certaine griefe
G
Goe wailing verse, the infants of my loue
H
Happie in sleepe, waking content to languish
How long shall I in mine affliction morne
I
I must not grieue my Loue, whose eyes would reede
I once may see when yeeres shall wrecke my wronge
If Beautie thus be clouded with a frowne
If so it hap this of-spring of my care
If that a loyall hart and faith vnfained
If this be loue, to drawe a weary breath
L
Let others sing of Knights and Palladines
Like as the Lute that ioyes or els dislikes
Loe heere the impost of a faith vnfaining
Looke Delia how wee steeme the half-blowne Rose
Looke in my griefes, and blame me not to morne
M
My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes
My spotles loue hoouers with white wings
N
None other fame myne vnambitious Muse
Nowe each creature ioyes the other
O
O be not grieu’d that these my papers should
O had she not beene faire and thus vnkinde
O then I loue, and drawe this weary breath
O why dooth Delia credite so her glasse
Oft and in vaine my rebel thoughts haue ventred
R
Raigne in my thoughts faire hand, sweete eye, rare voyce
Raysing my hopes on hills of high desire
Reade in my face, a volume of despayres
Restore thy tresses to the golden Ore
S
Since the first looke that led me to this error
T
Teares, vowes, and prayers win the hardest hart
The starre of my mishappe impos’d this payning
These plaintiue verse, the Posts of my desire
These sorrowing sighes, the smaokes of mine annoy
Those amber locks, are those same nets my deere
Thou canst not dye whilst any zeale abounde
Thou poore hart sacrifiz’d vnto the fairest
V
Vnhappy pen and ill accepted papers
Vnto the boundles Ocean of thy beautie
W
When men shall finde thy flowre, thy glory passe
When Winter snowes vpon thy golden heares
Whilst by her eyes pursu’d, my poore hart flew it
Whilst youth and error led my wandring minde