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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Delia

Sonnet VI. Fair is my love, and cruel as she’s fair

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

FAIR is my love, and cruel as she’s fair:

Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny;

Her smiles are lightening, though her pride despair;

And her disdains are gall, her favours honey.

A modest maid, decked with a blush of honour,

Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;

The wonder of all eyes that look upon her:

Sacred on earth, designed a saint above,

Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,

Live reconcilèd friends within her brow:

And had she Pity, to conjoin with those;

Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?

O had she not been fair, and thus unkind;

My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind!