BE nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind, <br />doth still persist in her rebellious pride: <br />such loue not lyke to lusts of baser kynd, <br />the harder wonne, the firmer will abide. <br />The durefull Oake, whose sap is not yet dride, <br />is long ere it conceiue the kindling fyre: <br />but when it once doth burne, it doth diuide <br />great heat, and makes his flames to heauen aspire. <br />So hard it is to kindle new desire, <br />in gentle brest that shall endure for euer: <br />deepe is the wound, that dints the parts entire <br />with chast affects, that naught but death can seuer. <br />Then thinke not long in taking litle paine, <br />to knit the knot, that euer shall remaine.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-2/
