Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Sonnets after Astrophel, etc.Sonnet VII. Behold what hap Pygmalion had, to frame
Samuel Daniel (15621619)B
And carve his grief himself upon a stone:
My heavy fortune is much like the same,
I work on flint, and that’s the cause I moan.
For hapless lo even with mine own desires,
I figured on the table of my heart;
The goodliest shape that the world’s eye admires:
And so did perish by my proper art.
And still I toil to change the marble breast
Of her whose sweet Idea I adore:
Yet cannot find her breathe unto my rest.
Hard is her heart, and woe is me therefore.
O blessed he that joys his stone and art!
Unhappy I! to love a stony heart.