XLVI.
[All yee that loue compare your paines with mine]
Here the Author bewaileth the extremitie of his estate growinge
dayly to be more troublesome then before, and all
through the hard hart of his beloued: whome he therefore
aptly compareth vnto a stony rocke, which nothinge can
moue or waste awaye but longe continuance of time. And
hereuppon, after hauing longe striued with himselfe and his
passions, hee is quyetly resolued to haue patience, & so long
to perseuer in the still hoping minde of a trewe louer, till by
long continuance of time Loue be induced to stande his
friend.
All
yee that loue compare your paines with mine,
Which voyde of hoape continue still her thrall,
Whose hart is hard, and neuer will assigne
A raunsome day, nor once will bow at all,
Much like the stony rocke, whose hardned side
Will scarsely weare with course of time or tide.
And yet, since time can weare each thinge away,
I will enforce my selfe so liue content,
Till so my thoughtes haue fed vpon delay,
That Reason rule the roast and loue relent;
O vaine attempt in striuing with Dispaire,
I build nought els but castles in the ayre.
For why: the Sunne may sooner shine by night,
And twinckling starres giue glimsinge sparkes by day:
Then I can cease to serue my Sweete delight,
Whome neither force nor time can driue away:
Therefore in hoape that loue will stand my frend
I thus conclude, Each thing but loue hath end.
