TO DELIA: 19 by SAMUEL DANIEL

If beauty thus be clouded with a frown,
That pity shines no comfort to my bliss,
And vapors of disdain so overgrown
That my life's light thus wholly darkened is,
Why should I more molest the world with cries,
The air with sighs, the earth below with tears?
Since I live hateful to those ruthless eyes,
Vexing with untuned moan her dainty ears.
If I have loved her dearer than my breath,
My breath that calls the heav'ns to witness it,
And still must hold her dear till after death;
And if that all this cannot move a whit,
Yet let her say that she hath done me wrong
To use me thus and know I loved so long.

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