I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read <br />Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile; <br />Flowers have a time before they come to seed, <br />And she is young and now must sport the while. <br />Ah, sport, sweet Maid, in season of these years, <br />And learn to gather flowers before they wither; <br />And where the sweetest blossoms first appears, <br />Let love and youth conduct thy pleasures thither. <br />Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air <br />And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise; <br />Pity and smiles do best become the fair; <br />Pity and smiles shall yield thee lasting praise. <br />I hope to say, when all my griefs are gone, <br />Happy the heart that sigh'd for such a one.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-li-i-must-not-grieve-my-love/
