Fie, school of Patience, fie! your lesson is <br />Far, far too long to learn it without book: <br />What, a whole week without one piece of look, <br />And think I should not your large precepts miss? <br /> <br />When I might read those letters fair of bliss, <br />Which in her face teach virtue, I could brook <br />Somewhat thy leaden counsels, which I took <br />As of a friend that meant not much amiss: <br /> <br />But now that I, alas, do want her sight, <br />What, dost thou think that I can ever take <br />In thy cold stuff a phlegmatic delight? <br /> <br />No, Patience, if thou wilt my good, then make <br />Her come, and hear with patience my desire, <br />And then with patience bid me bear my fire.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-56-fie-school-of-patience/
