Down stormy passions, down; no more <br />Let your rude waves invade the shore <br />Where blushing reason sits and hides <br />Her from the fury of your tides. <br />Fit onely 'tis where you bear sway <br />That Fools or Franticks do obey; <br />Since judgment, if it not resists, <br />Will lose it self in your blind mists. <br />Fall easie Patience, fall like rest <br />Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast: <br />And where those Rebels you espy, <br />O in your silken cordage tie <br />Their malice up! so shall I raise <br />Altars to thank your power, and praise <br />The soveraign vertue of your Balm, <br />Which cures a Tempest by a Calm.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-patience/
