92 [from Delia]
Let others sing of Knights and Palladines;
In aged accents, and untimely words:
Paint shadowes in imaginarie lines,
Which wel the reach of their high wits records;
5 But I must sing of thee, and those faire eies,
Autentique shall my verse in time to come,
When yet th’unborn shall say, Lo where she lies,
Whose beautie made him speak that else was dombe.
These are the Arkes, the Trophies I erect,
10 That fortifie thy name against old age:
And these thy sacred vertues must protect,
Against the darke and Tymes consuming rage.
Though th’error of my youth in them appeare,
Suffise, they shew I liv’d and lov’d thee deare.