Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 14 lyrics

Retourne agayne my forces late dismayd, Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite; great shame it is to leave like one afrayd, so fayre a peece for one repulse so light. Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might then those small forts which ye were wont belay; such haughty mynds enur'd to hardy fight, disdayne to yield unto the first a**ay. Bring therefore all the forces that ye may, and lay incessant battery to her heart; playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay, those engins can the proudest love convert. And if those fayle fall downe and dy before her, so dying live, and living do adore her.