Delia: Sonnet 55

LOE heere the impost of a faith vnfayning,
That loue hath paid, and her disdaine extorted:
Behold the message of my iust complaining,
That shewes ye world how much my griefe imported.
These tributarie plaints fraught with desire,
I send those eyes, the cabinets of loue;
The Paradice whereto my hopes aspire,
From out this hell, which mine afflictions proue.
Wherein I thus doe liue, cast downe from myrth,
Pensiue alone, none but dispaire about mee,
My ioyes abortiue, perrisht at their birth,
My cares long liu'd, and will not die without mee.
This is my state, and DELIAS hart is such;
I say no more, I feare I said too much.