O had she not been fair and thus unkind, <br />Then had no finger pointed at my lightness; <br />The world had never known what I do find, <br />And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness. <br />Then had no censor's eye these lines survey'd, <br />Nor graver brows have judg'd my Muse so vain; <br />No sun my blush and error had bewray'd, <br />Nor yet the world had heard of such disdain. <br />Then had I walk'd with bold erected face; <br />No downcast look had signified my miss; <br />But my degraded hopes, with such disgrace <br />Did force me groan out griefs and utter this. <br />For, being full, should not I then have spoken, <br />My sense oppress'd had fail'd, and heart had broken.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-o-had-she-not-been-fair/
