Here you will find the Poem Sonnet LX: Lo, Here the Impost of poet Samuel Daniel
Lo, here the impost of a faith unfeigning That love hath paid, and her disdain extorted, Behold the message of my just complaining That shows the world how much my grief imported. These tributary plaints fraught with desire, I send those eyes the cabinets of love; The Paradise whereto my hopes aspire From out this hell, which mine afflictions prove. Wherein I thus do live cast down from mirth, Pensive alone, none but despair about me; My joys abortive, perish'd at their birth, My cares long liv'd and will not die without me. This is my state, and Delia's heart is such; I say no more; I fear I said too much.