When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear, <br />Or else my suit arriving at thy ear <br />Cools and dies there. A strange extremitie <br />To freeze ith' Sun, and in the shade to frie. <br />Whil'st all my blasted hopes decline so soon, <br />Tis Evening with me, though at high Noon. <br />For pity to thy self, if not to me <br />Think time will ravish, what I lose, from thee. <br />If my scorcht heart wither through thy delay, <br />Thy beauty withers too. And swift decay <br />Arrests thy Youth. So thou whil'st I am slighted <br />Wilt be too soon with age or sorrow nighted.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-when-i-entreat-either-thou-wilt-not-hear/
