Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 32 lyrics

The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat the hardest yron soone doth mollify: that with his heavy sledge he can it beat, and fashion to what he it list apply. Yet cannot all these flames in which I fry, her hart more harde then yron soft awhit: ne all the playnts and prayers with which I doe beat on th'andvyle of her stubberne wit: But still the more she fervent sees my fit: the more she frieseth in her wilfull pryde: and harder growes the harder she is smit, with all the playnts which to her be applyde. What then remaines but I to ashes burne, and she to stones at length all frosen turne?