Sonnet 6

BE nought dismayd that her unmouéd mind,

Doth still persist in her rebellious pride:

Such loue, not lyke to lusts of baser kynd,

The harder wonne, the firmer will abide.

The durefull Oake whose sap is not yet dride

Is long ere it conceive the kindling fyre:

But when it once doth burne, it doth diuide

Great heat, and makes his flames to heauen aspire.

So hard it is to kindle new desire,

In gentle brest, that shall endure for euer:

Deepe is the wound that dints the parts entire

With chast affects, that naught but death can seuer.

Then thinke not long in taking litle paine

To knit the knot, that euer shall remaine.