Unhappy pen and ill-accepted papers, <br />That intimate in vain my chaste desires, <br />My chaste desires, the ever-burning tapers <br />Enkindled by her eyes' celestial fires. <br />Celestial fires and unrespecting powers, <br />That deign not view the glory of your might <br />In humble lines, the work of carefull hours, <br />The sacrifice I offer to her sight. <br />But sith she scorns her own, this rests for me; <br />I'll moan myself and hide the wrong I have, <br />And so content me that her frowns should be <br />To my'infant style the cradle and the grave. <br />What though myself no honor get thereby, <br />Each bird sings t'herself, and so will I.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lix-unhappy-pen/
