| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Look, Delia, How We Esteem the Half-blown Rose | | By Samuel Daniel (1562–1619) |
| | | LOOK, Delia, how we ’steem the half-blown rose | |
| The image of thy blush and summer’s honour, | |
| Whilst in her tender green she doth inclose | |
| That pure, sweet beauty Time bestows upon her. | |
| No sooner spreads her glory to the air, | 5 |
| But straight her full-blown pride is in declining; | |
| She then is scorned that late adorned the fair: | |
| So clouds thy beauty, after fairest shining. | |
| No April can revive thy withered flowers, | |
| Whose blooming grace adorns thy glory now; | 10 |
| Swift, speedy Time, feathered with flying hours, | |
| Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow. | |
| O let not then such riches waste in vain, | |
| But love, whilst that thou may’st be loved again. | | | | |
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