Tears, vows, and prayers win the hardest heart; Tears, vows, and prayers have I spent in vain; Tears cannot soften flint, nor vows convert; Prayers prevail not with a quaint disdain. I lose my tears, where I have lost my love; I vow my faith, where faith is not regarded; I pray in vain, a merciless to move: So rare a faith ought better be rewarded. Yet though I cannot win her will with tears, Though my soul's idol scorneth all my vows, Though all my prayers be to so deaf ears, No favor though the cruel fair allows, Yet will I weep, vow, pray to cruel she; Flint, frost, disdain, wears, melts, and yields, we see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY ON AN ANNIVERSARY by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE IN A GARRET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |