Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DeliaSonnet XXXIX. O be not grieved that these my papers should
Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)O
Bewray unto the world, how fair thou art!
Or that my wits have shewed, the best they could,
The chastest flame that ever warmèd heart.
Think not, sweet D
My Muse should sound thy praise with mournful warble!
How many live, the glory of whose name
Shall rest in ice, while thine is graved in marble!
Thou may’st, in after ages, live esteemed!
Unburied in these lines, reserved in pureness.
These shall entomb those eyes, that have redeemed
Me, from the vulgar; thee, from all obscureness.
Although my careful accents never moved thee!
Yet count it no disgrace, that I have loved thee!