The rolling wheele, that runneth often round, The hardest steele in tract of time doth teare: And drizling drops, that often doe redound, The firmest flint doth in continuance weare: Yet cannot I, with many a dropping teare And long intreaty, soften her hard hart, That she will once vouchsafe my plaint to heare, Or looke with pitty on my payneful smart. But when I pleade, she bids me play my part, And when I weep, she sayes teares are but water, And when I sigh, she sayes I know the art, And when I waile, she turnes hir selfe to laughter. So do I weepe, and wayle, and pleade in vaine, Whiles she as steele and flint doth still remayne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL CUMNOR HALL by WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 4. LOVESIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PHRYGES: JUSTICE PROTECTS THE KING by AESCHYLUS |