| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Delia | | Sonnet XIV. Those snary locks are those same nets, my Dear! | | Samuel Daniel (1562–1619) |
| | | THOSE snary locks are those same nets, my Dear! | |
| Wherewith my liberty, thou didst surprise! | |
| Love was the flame that fired me so near: | |
| The dart transpiercing were those crystal eyes. | |
| Strong is the net, and fervent is the flame; | 5 |
| Deep is the wound, my sighs do well report. | |
| Yet I do love, adore, and praise the same | |
| That holds, that burns, that wounds in this sort; | |
| And list not seek to break, to quench, to heal | |
| The bond, the flame, the wound that festereth so, | 10 |
| By knife, by liquor, or by salve to deal: | |
| So much I please to perish in my woe. | |
| Yet lest long travails be above my strength; | |
| Good D E L I A! Loose, quench, heal me, now at length! | | | | |
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