Thou canst not die whilst any zeal abound <br />In feeling hearts that can conceive these lines; <br />Though thou a Laura hast no Petrarch found, <br />In base attire, yet clearly Beauty shines. <br />And I, though born in a colder clime, <br />Do feel mine inward heat as great, I know it; <br />He never had more faith, although more rhyme; <br />I love as well, though he could better show it. <br />But I may add one feather to thy fame <br />To help her flight throughout the fairest isle, <br />And if my pen could more enlarge thy name, <br />Then shouldst thou live in an immortal style. <br />But though that Laura better limned be, <br />Suffice, thou shalt be lov'd as well as she.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xliii-thou-canst-not-die/
