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