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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet XXXI (1592 version): Look, Delia, how we `steem the
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XXXI (


 version)
     Look, Delia, how we `steem the half-blown rose,
    The image of thy blush and summer`s honour,
    Whilst in her tender green she doth enclose
    That pure sweet beauty time bestows upon her.
    No sooner spreads her glory in the air
    But straight her full-blown pride is in declining;
    She then is scorn`d that late adorn`d the fair:
    So clouds thy beauty after fairest shining.
    No April can revive thy wither`d flowers,
   Whose blooming grace adorns thy beauty now;
   Swift speedy time, feather`d with flying hours,
   Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
   O let not then such riches waste in vain,
   But love whilst that thou mayst be lov`d again.
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