Here you will find the Poem SONNET. When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear of poet Henry King
When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear, Or else my suit arriving at thy ear Cools and dies there. A strange extremitie To freeze ith' Sun, and in the shade to frie. Whil'st all my blasted hopes decline so soon, Tis Evening with me, though at high Noon. For pity to thy self, if not to me Think time will ravish, what I lose, from thee. If my scorcht heart wither through thy delay, Thy beauty withers too. And swift decay Arrests thy Youth. So thou whil'st I am slighted Wilt be too soon with age or sorrow nighted.
