Patience of all my smart, For fortune is turned awry; Patience must ease my heart That mourns continually; Patience to suffer wrong Is a patience too long. Patience to have a nay Of that I most desire; Patience to have alway And ever burn like fire; Patience without desart Is grounder of my smart. Who can with merry heart Set forth some pleasant song, That always feels but smart And never hath but wrong? Yet patience evermore Must heal the wound and sore. Patience to be content With froward fortune's train; Patience to the intent Somewhat to slake my pain; I see no remedy But suffer patiently. To plain where is none ear My chance is chanced so, For it doth well appear My friend is turned my foe; But since there is no defense I must take patience. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. EPIGRAM: 27. TO ARATUS by CALLIMACHUS |