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[schmevil]

I'm reading The Spanish Tragedy by Thomas Kyd, and it led me to this sonnet by Thomas Watson

Sonnet XLVII.

In time the Bull is brought to wear the yoke;
In time all haggard Hawks will stoop the Lures;
In time small wedge will cleave the sturdiest Oak;
In time the Marble wears with weakest showers:
More fierce is my sweet love, more hard withal,
Than Beast, or Bird, than Tree or Stony wall.
No yoke prevails, she will not yield to might;
No Lure will cause her stoop, she bears full gorge;
No wedge of woes make print, she recks no right;
No shower of tears can move, she thinks I forge:
Help therefore Heav'nly Boy, come pierce her breast
With that same shaft which robs me of my rest.
So let her feel thy force, that she relent;
So keep her low, that she vouchsafe a pray;
So frame her will to right, that pride be spent;
So forge, that I may speed without delay;
Which if thou do, I'll swear and sing with joy,
That Love no longer is a blinded Boy.

Googling it, I find no love. Apparently it's derivative and lacking in spontaneity and imagination. Woe is Watson. But I like these lines:

More fierce is my sweet love, more hard withal,
Than Beast, or Bird, than Tree or Stony wall.
No yoke prevails, she will not yield to might;
No Lure will cause her stoop, she bears full gorge;
No wedge of woes make print, she recks no right;
No shower of tears can move, she thinks I forge:

Which incidentally are the ones referenced in Kyd 2.1.9.

No, she is wilder, and more hard withal,
Than beast, or bird, or tree, or stony wall.