Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D - Poem by Samuel Daniel
Whilst by her eyes pursu'd, my poor heart flew it,
Into the sacred bosom of my dearest;
She there in that sweet sanctuary slew it,
Where it presum'd its safety to be nearest.
My priviledge of faith could not protect it,
That was with blood and three years' witness sign'd;
In all which time she never could suspect it,
For well she saw my love, and how I pin'd.
And yet no comfort would her brow reveal me,
No lightning look, which falling hopes erecteth.
What boots to laws of succour to appeal me?
Ladies and tyrants never laws respecteth.
Then there I die, where hop'd I to have liven,
And by that hand, which better might have given.
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