Sonnet XVIII

THe rolling wheele that runneth often round,
The hardest steele in tract of time doth teare:
And drizling drops that often doe redound,
The firmest flint doth in continuance weare.
Yet cannot I with many a dropping teare,
And long intreaty soften her hard hart:
That she will once vouchsafe my plaint to heare,
Or looke with pitty on my payneful smart.
But when I pleade, she bids me play my part,
And when I weep, she sayes teares are but water:
And when I sigh, she sayes I know the art,
And when I waile she turnes hir selfe to laughter.
So doe I weepe, and wayle, and pleade in vaine,
Whiles she as steele and flint doth still remayne.

(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)

Sonnet XVIII: With What Sharp Checks With what sharp checks I in myself am shent, When into Reason’s audit I do go: And by just counts […]...

Sonnet 54 Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the […]...

Sonnet LIIII OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the […]...

Sonnet XVIII: Why Art Thou Chang'd? Why art thou chang’d? O Phaon! tell me why? Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay; Or, I would paint […]...

Poem 95 VNto his mother straight he weeping came, And of his griefe complayned: Who could not chose but laugh at his […]...

Sonnet XXVIII: Weak Is the Sophistry Weak is the sophistry, and vain the art That whispers patience to the mind’s despair! That bids reflection bathe the […]...

6th April 1651 L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy […]...

Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes […]...

The Gardener XVIII: When Two Sisters When the two sisters go to fetch Water, they come to this spot and They smile. They must be aware […]...

Sonnet LIII THe Panther knowing that his spotted hyde, Doth please all beasts but that his looks the[m] fray: Within a bush […]...

Sonnet XLVI WHen my abodes prefixed time is spent, My cruell fayre streight bids me wend my way: But then fro[m] heauen […]...

Sonnet XLVII Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that […]...

Sonnet XVIII: To This Our World To the Celestial Numbers To this our world, to Learning, and to Heav’n, Three Nines there are, to every one […]...

Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other, When that […]...

Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the […]...

Sonnet IIII NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: And bidding th’old Adieu, […]...

In Memory of F. P If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is […]...

Sonnet XXI WAs it the worke of nature or of Art? Which tempred so the feature of her face: That pride and […]...

Sonnet XXXVIII: Sitting Alone, Love Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still […]...

Sonnet LV SO oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I maruaile of what substance was […]...

On Anothers Sorrow Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for […]...

Sonnet XXXVIII ARion, when through tempests cruel wracke, He forth was thrown into the greedy seas: Through the sweet musick which his […]...

TO MIGNON OVER vale and torrent far Rolls along the sun’s bright car. Ah! he wakens in his course Mine, as thy […]...

Sonnet LXXII OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges, In mind to mount vp to the purest sky: It down […]...

Sonnet LVI FAyre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind, As is a Tygre that with greedinesse Hunts after bloud, when he […]...

Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, […]...

Sonnet I HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands, Which hold my life in their dead doing might Shall handle you […]...

Elegy XVIII: Love's Progress Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he’s one that goes To sea […]...

We met as Sparks Diverging Flints We met as Sparks Diverging Flints Sent various scattered ways We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an […]...

Sonnet I THE partial Muse, has from my earliest hours, Smil’d on the rugged path I’m doom’d to tread, And still with […]...

Sappho I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again […]...

Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him […]...

Sonnet LXXIII BEing my selfe captyued here in care, My hart, whom none with seruile bands can tye: But the fayre tresses […]...

Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious […]...

Sonnet LIX THrise happie she, that is so well assured Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart: That nether will for […]...

Sonnet LXXIX Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious […]...

Sonnet X VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, That me thou makest thus tormented be: The whiles she lordeth in […]...

Sonnet V Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants […]...

Sonnet LXXXI Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares, With the loose wynd ye wauing chance to marke: Fayre when […]...

Peace XVIII The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The […]...

Related posts: