Delia: Sonnet 48

DRawne with th'attractiue vertue of her eyes,
My toucht hart turnes it to that happie cost:
My ioyfull North, where all my fortune lyes,
The leuell of my hopes desired most.
There where my DAELIA, fairer then the Sunne,
Deckt with her youth wheron ye world doth smile,
Ioyes in that honour which her eyes haue wonne,
Th'eternall wonder of our happy Ile.
Florish faire ALBION, glorie of the North,
Neptunes best darling, held betweene his armes:
Deuided from the world as better worth,
Kept for himselfe, defended from all harmes.
Still let disarmed peace decke her and thee:
And Muse-foe Mars, abroad farre fostred bee.