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THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 32. EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Why do we fret at the inconstancy
Last Line: And floods rise fast, and we are swept away.


Why do we fret at the inconstancy
Of our frail hearts, which cannot always love?
Time rushes onward, and we mortals move
Like waifs upon a river, neither free
To halt nor hurry. Sweet, if destiny
Throws us together for an hour, a day,
In the back-water of this quiet bay,
Let us rejoice. Before us lies the sea,
Where we must all be lost in spite of love.
We dare not stop to question. Happiness
Lies in our hand unsought, a treasure trove.
Time has short patience of man's vain distress;
And fate grows angry at too long delay;
And floods rise fast, and we are swept away.





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