Doe I not see that fayrest ymages Of hardest marble are of purpose made, For that they should endure through many ages, Ne let theyr famous moniments to fade? Why then doe I, untrainde in lovers trade, Her hardnes blame, which I should more commend? Sith never ought was excellent assayde, Which was not hard t' atchive and bring to end: Ne ought so hard, but he that would attend Mote soften it and to his will allure: So doe I hope her stubborne hart to bend, And that it then more stedfast will endure. Onely my paines wil be the more to get her: But having her, my joy wil be the greater. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON CHRISTMAS HYMN by HARRIET AUBER AN EPIGRAM ON WOMAN by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |