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...ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO HELEN (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS |