Sonnet Xxii: Come Time Poem by Samuel Daniel

Sonnet Xxii: Come Time

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Come Time, the anchor-hold of my desire,
My last resort whereto my hopes appeal,
Cause once the date of her disdain t'expire;
Make her the sentence of her wrath repeal.
Rob her fair Brow, break in on Beauty, steal
Power from those eyes, which pity cannot spare;
Deal with those dainty cheeks as she doth deal
With this poor heart consumed with despair;
This heart made now the prospective of care,
By loving her, the cruelst Fair that lives,
The cruelst Fair that sees I pine for her,
And never mercy to my merit gives.
Let her not still triumph over the prize
Of mine affections taken by her eyes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 23 May 2019

Power from those eyes, which pity cannot spare; Deal with those dainty cheeks as she doth deal With this poor heart consumed with despair; This heart made now the prospective of care, thank u very much. tony

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