If Beauty thus be clouded with a frown, <br />That pity shines no comfort to my bliss, <br />And vapors of disdain so overfrown, <br />That my life's light thus wholy darken'd is, <br />Why should I more molest the world with cries, <br />The air with sighs, the earth below with tears? <br />Since I live hateful to those ruthless eyes, <br />Vexing with untun'd moan her dainty ears; <br />If I have lov'd her dearer than my breath, <br />My breath that calls the heav'ns to witness it, <br />And still must hold her dear till after death; <br />And if that all this cannot move a whit, <br />Yet let her say that she hath done me wrong, <br />To use me thus and know I lov'd so long.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxi-if-beauty-thus-be-clouded/
