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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXVII. Still in the trace of my tormented thought
Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)
[First printed in this edition.]

STILL in the trace of my tormented thought,
    My ceaseless cares must march on to my death.
    Thy least regard too dearly have I bought,
    Who, to my comfort, never deign’st a breath!
Why should’st thou stop thine ears now to my cries?        5
    Whose eyes were open, ready to oppress me!
    Why shutt’st thou not, the cause whence all did rise?
    Or hear me now, or seek how to redress me!
Injurious D E L I A! Yet, I’ll love thee still!
    Whilst that I breathe in sorrow of my smart;        10
    I’ll tell the world that I deserved but ill,
    And blame myself, for to excuse thy heart!
Then judge! who sins the greater of us twain:
I, in my love; or thou, in thy disdain!

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