From To Heaven by Ben Jonson
chosen by Tegan
Good, and great GOD, can I not thinke of thee,
But it must, straight, my melancholy bee?
Is it interpreted in me disease,
That, laden with my finnes, I seeke for ease?
O, be though witnesse, that the reynes dost know,
And hearts of all, if I be sad for show,
And judge me after: if I dare pretend
To ought but grace, or ayme at other end.
Sonnet 54 by Samuel Daniel
chosen by Elise
As to the Roman that would free his Land,
His error was his honour and renowne:
And more the fame of his mistaking hand,
Then if he had the Tyrant over-throwne.
So DELIA hath mine errour made me knowne.
And my deceiv'd attempt, deserv'd more fame,
Then if I had the victory mine owne:
And thy hard hart had yeelded up the same.
And eke, renowmed is thy blame,
Thy crueltie, thy glorie; O strange case,
That errors should be grac'd that merrite shame,
And sinne of frownes bring honor to the face.
Yet happy DELIA that thou wast unkind,
But happier yet, if thou wouldst change thy minde.
Fennel
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