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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Sonnets after Astrophel, etc.

Sonnet VII. Behold what hap Pygmalion had, to frame

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

BEHOLD what hap PYGMALION had, to frame

And carve his grief himself upon a stone:

My heavy fortune is much like the same,

I work on flint, and that’s the cause I moan.

For hapless lo even with mine own desires,

I figured on the table of my heart;

The goodliest shape that the world’s eye admires:

And so did perish by my proper art.

And still I toil to change the marble breast

Of her whose sweet Idea I adore:

Yet cannot find her breathe unto my rest.

Hard is her heart, and woe is me therefore.

O blessed he that joys his stone and art!

Unhappy I! to love a stony heart.