My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes <br />The ready handmaids on her grace attending <br />That never fall to ebb, nor ever dries, <br />For to their flow she never grants an ending. <br />Th'Ocean never did attend more duly <br />Upon his Sovereign's course, the night's pale Queen, <br />Nor paid the impost of his waves more truly, <br />Than mine to her in truth have ever been. <br />Yet nought the rock of that hard heart can move, <br />Where beat these tears with zeal, and fury driveth; <br />And yet I rather languish in her love <br />Than I would joy the fairest she that liveth. <br />I doubt to find such pleasure in my gaining <br />As now I taste in compass of complaining.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlviii-my-cynthia/
