Astrophel and Stella: 56

Fy schoole of Patience, Fy, your lesson isFar far too long to learne it without booke:What a whole week without one peece of looke,And thinke I should not your large precepts misse?When I might read those letters faire of blisse,Which in her face teach vertue, I could brookeSomewhat thy lead'n counsels, which I tooke,As of a friend that meant not much amisse:But now that I alas do want her sight,What, dost thou think that I can euer takeIn thy cold stuffe a flegmatike delight?No Patience, if thou wilt my good, then makeHer come, and heare with patience my desire,And then with patience bid me beare my fire.