In many areas I consider myself to be patient, but lately I'm having some trouble. There's nothing like a good Olde English poem to soothe my frustration...

Patience, Though I Have Not

BY SIR THOMAS WYATT

Patience, though I have not

   The thing that I require,

I must of force, God wot,

   Forbear my most desire;

For no ways can I find   

To sail against the wind.

Patience, do what they will

   To work me woe or spite,

I shall content me still

   To think both day and night,

To think and hold my peace,

Since there is no redress.

Patience, withouten blame,

   For I offended nought;

I know they know the same,

   Though they have changed their thought.

Was ever thought so moved

To hate that it hath loved?

Patience of all my harm,

   For fortune is my foe;

Patience must be the charm

   To heal me of my woe:

Patience without offence

Is a painful patience.