The rocks do not so cruelly repulse the waves continually as she my favour and affection. What needs pierce through her disdain that maketh but game on earnest pain, so that I am past remedy? Dotage may chance her to repent the time that she hath lost and spent to cause her lovers sigh and swoon. Steadfast she remains unwon, so ended is that begun; be still, for I have done. From Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder.