Pinning For Love


How long shall I pine for love?
  How long shall I sue in vain?
How long like the turtle-dove,
  Shall I heartily thus complain?
Shall the sails of my heart stand still?
  Shall the grists of my hope be unground?
Oh fie, oh fie, oh fie,
  Let the mill, let the mill go round.

Francis Beaumont (1584 – 1616)