Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 7
As rockes become exposde gainst waves and winde
More hard; such is thy nature (stubborne Dame)
Opposde gainst waters of my plaints most kind,
And windes of mine hote sighes which inward flame;
That hardnes such to encrease bout heart is found,
As to it, soft might seeme the Diamond.
Hence forward then let no man thinke to moove,
By weeping or lamenting, to his will
This selfe willd saint, which too too well I proove,
A senselesse stone to be unto me still:
Since to my griefe, from all good lucke debard
With plaints, and sighes, she doth become more hard.
More hard; such is thy nature (stubborne Dame)
Opposde gainst waters of my plaints most kind,
And windes of mine hote sighes which inward flame;
That hardnes such to encrease bout heart is found,
As to it, soft might seeme the Diamond.
Hence forward then let no man thinke to moove,
By weeping or lamenting, to his will
This selfe willd saint, which too too well I proove,
A senselesse stone to be unto me still:
Since to my griefe, from all good lucke debard
With plaints, and sighes, she doth become more hard.
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