Patience, though I have not The thing that I require, I must of force, God wot, Forbear my most desire; For no ways can I find To sail against the wind. Patience, do what they will To work me woe or spite, I shall content me still To think both day and night, To think and hold my peace, Since there is no redress. Patience, withouten blame For I offended naught; I know they know the same, Though they have changed their thought. Was ever thought so moved To hate that it hath loved? Patience of all my harm, For fortune is my foe; Patience must be the charm To heal me of my woe; Patience without offense Is a painful patience. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |