Delia: Sonnet 2

GOE wayling verse, the Infants of my loue,
Minerua-lyke, brought foorth without a mother:
Present the Image of the cares I proue,
Witnes your Fathers griefe exceedes all other.
Sigh out a story of her cruell deedes,
With inter-rupted accents of dispaire:
A monument that whosoeuer reedes,
May iustly praise, and blame my louelesse Fayre.
Say her disdaine hath dryed vp my blood,
And starued you, in succours still denying:
Presse to her eyes, importune me some good,
Waken her sleeping pitty with your crying,
Knock at her hard hart, beg till you haue mou'd her,
And tell th'vnkind, how decrely I haue lou'd her.