These plaintive verses, the Posts of my desire, <br />Which haste for succour to her slow regard: <br />Bear not report of any slender fire, <br />Forging a grief to win a fame's reward. <br />Nor are my passions limn'd for outward hue, <br />For that no colors can depaint my sorrows; <br />Delia herself and all the world may view <br />Best in my face, how cares hath till'd deep forrows. <br />No Bays I seek to deck my mourning brow, <br />O clear-eyed Rector of the holy Hill; <br />My humble accents crave the Olive bough, <br />Of her mild pity and relenting will. <br />These lines I use t'unburden mine own heart; <br />My love affects no fame nor 'steems of art.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iv-these-plaintive-verses/
