Here you will find the Poem Sonnet XLIV: O Be Not Griev'd of poet Samuel Daniel
O be not griev'd that these my papers should Betray unto the world how fair thou art, Or that my wits have show'd the best they could The chastest flame that ever warmed heart. Think not, sweet Delia, this shall be thy shame, My Muse should sound thy praise with mournful warble; How many live, the glory of whose name Shall rest in ice when thine is grav'd in marble? Thou mayst in after ages live esteem'd, Unburied in these lines reserv'd in pureness; These shall entomb those eyes that have redeem'd Me from the vulgar, thee from all obscureness. Although my carefull accents ne'er mov'd thee, Yet count it no disgrace that I have lov'd thee.