Delia: Sonnet 46

I Must not grieue my Loue, whose eyes would reede
Lynes of delight, whereon her youth might smyle;
Flowers haue a tyme before they come to seed,
And shee is young, and now must sport the while.
Ah sport (sweet Maid) in season of these yeeres,
And learne togather flowers before they wither:
And where the sweetest blossoms first appeares,
Let loue and youth conduct thy pleasures thither.
Lighten forth smyles to cleere the clowded ayre,
And calme the tempest which my sighes do rayse,
Pittie and smiles doe best become the faire,
Pittie and smiles shall yeeld thee lasting praise.
I hope to say, when all my griefes are gone,
Happie the hart that sigh'd for such a one.