Poem by Samuel Daniel

Delia 6. Fair is my Love, and Cruel as She's Fair

    Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair; 
Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny;
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair;
And her disdains are gall, her favors honey.
    A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honor, 
Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love,
The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,
Sacred on earth, design'd a saint above.
    Chastity and Beauty, which are deadly foes, 
Live reconciled friends within her brow;
And had she pity to conjoin with those,
Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?
    O had she not been fair and thus unkind, 
    My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind.

1. Delia 31. Look, Delia, how We 'steem the Half-blown Rose
2. Are They Shadows
3. Delia 36. But Love Whilst that thou Mayst be Loved Again
4. Delia 1. Unto the Bboundless Ocean of thy Beauty
5. LOVE Is a Sickness

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