Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love, <br />Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother: <br />Present the image of the cares I prove; <br />Witness your Father's grief exceeds all other. <br />Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds, <br />With interrupted accents of despair: <br />A monument that whosoever reads <br />May justly praise, and blame my loveless Fair. <br />Say her disdain hath dried up my blood, <br />And starved you, in succours still denying; <br />Press to her eyes, importune me some good; <br />Waken her sleeping pity with your crying. <br />Knock at that hard heart, beg till you have mov'd her, <br />And tell th'unkind how dearly I have lov'd her.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-go-wailing-verse/
