Delia: Sonnet 38

THou canst not die whilst any zeale abound
In feeling harts, that can conceiue these lynes;
Though thou a Laura hast no Petrarch found,
In base attyre, yet cleerely Beauty shines.
And I (though borne within a colder clime,)
Doe feele mine inward heate as great, (I know it,)
Hee neuer had more faith, although more rime,
I loue as well, though he could better show it.
But I may add one feather to thy fame,
To helpe her flight throughout the fairest Ile.
And if my pen could more enlarge thy name,
Then shouldst thou liue in an immortall stile.
For though that Laura better limned bee,
Suffise, thou shalt be lou'd as well as shee.