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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet IV: These Plaintive Verses
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These plaintive verses, the Posts of my desire, 
Which haste for succour to her slow regard: 
Bear not report of any slender fire, 
Forging a grief to win a fame`s reward. 
Nor are my passions limn`d for outward hue, 
For that no colors can depaint my sorrows; 
Delia herself and all the world may view 
Best in my face, how cares hath till`d deep forrows. 
No Bays I seek to deck my mourning brow, 
O clear-eyed Rector of the holy Hill; 
My humble accents crave the Olive bough, 
Of her mild pity and relenting will. 
These lines I use t`unburden mine own heart; 
My love affects no fame nor `steems of art.
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