Delia, these eyes that so admireth thine <br />Have seen those walls the which ambition rear'd <br />To check the world, how they entomb'd have lyen <br />Within themselves, and on them plows have ear'd. <br />Yet for all that no barbarous hand attain'd <br />The spoil of fame deserv'd by virtuous men, <br />Whose glorious actions luckily had gain'd <br />Th'eternal Annals of a happier pen. <br />Why then, though Delia fade, let that not move her, <br />Though Time do spoil her of the fairest veil <br />That ever yet mortality did cover, <br />Which shall enstar the needle and the trail. <br />That grace, that virtue all that serv'd t' enwoman <br />Doth her unto eternity assummon.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlv-delia-these-eyes/
