William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Doralicias DittyRobert Greene (15581592)
I
The craggy stones make soft;
The slowest snail in time we see
Doth creep and climb aloft.
In tract of time doth fall;
The hardest heart in time doth yield
To Venus’ luring call.
There flasheth now a fire;
Where deep disdain bred noisome hate,
There kindleth now desire.
What care in time not eased?
In time I loathed that now I love,
In both content and pleased.