When my abode's prefixed time is spent, My cruell fayre streight bids me wend my way: But then from heaven most hideous stormes are sent, As willing me against her will to stay. Whom then shall I, or heaven or her, obay? The heavens know best what is the best for me: But as she will, whose will my life doth sway, My lower heaven, so it perforce must bee. But ye high hevens, that all this sorowe see, Sith all your tempests cannot hold me backe, Aswage your stormes, or else both you and she Will both together me too sorely wrack. Enough it is for one man to sustaine The stormes which she alone on me doth raine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS KINGFISHERS CATCH FIRE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 1 by RICHARD BARNFIELD STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE ABROAD by BERNARD BARTON |