Since thou hast view'd some Gorgon, and art grown <br />A solid stone: <br />To bring again to softness thy hard heart <br />Is past my art. <br />Ice may relent to water in a thaw; <br />But stone made flesh Loves Chymistry ne're saw. <br />Therefore by thinking on thy hardness, I <br />Will petrify; <br />And so within our double Quarryes Wombe, <br />Dig our Loves Tombe. <br />Thus strangely will our difference agree; <br />And, with our selves, amaze the world, to see <br />How both Revenge and Sympathy consent <br />To make two Rocks each others Monument.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-the-double-rock/
