Delia: Sonnet 7

O Had shee not beene faire and thus vnkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightnes:
The world had neuer knowne what I doe finde,
And clowdes obscure had shaded stil her brightnes.
Then had no Censors eye these lynes suruaide,
Nor grauer browes haue iudg'd my Muse so vaine;
No sunne my blush and errour had bewraid,
Nor yet the world had heard of such disdaine.
Then had I walkt with bold erected face,
No downe-cast looke had signified my misse:
But my degraded hopes, with such disgrace
Did force me grone out griefes, and vtter this.
For being full, should I not then haue spoken,
My sence oppress'd, had faild, and hart had broken.