O then I love and draw this weary breath, <br />For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow <br />I written find the sentence of my death <br />In unkind letters, wrought she cares not how. <br />O thou that rul'st the confines of the night, <br />Laughter-loving Goddess, worldly pleasures' Queen, <br />Intenerate that heart that sets so light <br />The truest love that ever yet was seen. <br />And cause her leave to triumph in this wise <br />Upon the prostrate spoil of that poor heart <br />That serves a trophy to her conquering eyes <br />And music their glory to the world impart. <br />Once let her know, sh'hath done enough to prove me, <br />And let her pity if she cannot love me.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-o-then-i-love/
