Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd, Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite. Great shame it is to leave, like one afrayd, So fayre a peece for one repulse so light. Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might Then those small forts which ye were wont belay: Such haughty mynds, enur'd to hardy fight, Disdayne to yield unto the first assay. Bring therefore all the forces that ye may, And lay incessant battery to her heart; Playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay; Those engins can the proudest love convert. And if those fayle, fall down and dy before her; So dying live, and living do adore her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |