HUMMINS
Sonnet 4
by Edmund Spenser
Be not dismayed that her unmoved mind
Doth still persist in her rebellious pride:
And love not like to lusts of baser kind,
The harder won the firmer will abide.
The durefull Oak, whose sap is not yet dried,
Is long ere it conceive the kindling fire
But when it once doth burn it doth divide
Great heat and makes his flames to heaven aspire
So hard it is to Kindle new desire,
In gentle breast that shall endure for even:
Deep is the wound that dints the parts entire
With chaste affects that naught but death can sever.
Then think not long in taking little pain,
To knit the knot, that ever shall remain