Lo, here the impost of a faith unfeigning <br />That love hath paid, and her disdain extorted, <br />Behold the message of my just complaining <br />That shows the world how much my grief imported. <br />These tributary plaints fraught with desire, <br />I send those eyes the cabinets of love; <br />The Paradise whereto my hopes aspire <br />From out this hell, which mine afflictions prove. <br />Wherein I thus do live cast down from mirth, <br />Pensive alone, none but despair about me; <br />My joys abortive, perish'd at their birth, <br />My cares long liv'd and will not die without me. <br />This is my state, and Delia's heart is such; <br />I say no more; I fear I said too much.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lx-lo-here-the-impost/
