Classic Poem

With Goad's rich streyne to match my poore encrease
Tho but in way of Praise were Sawcinesse
And I by seeking such promotion may
Giue my promooter iuster cause to Lay
My marrying Without Lycence; this is worse,
An horride act, to drawe a tyrants curse,
Bynding the quick to dead. Lett him that is
The Double Second to two Ph ae nixes,
His father first, our King of preists: & hee:
The late Copernicus in Poitrie,
That rappt the whole Earth round, & gaue it sence,
Of Loue, to moue by his Intelligence;
(While both those Flamens liue in this vnspent
And not so much as yet Non-R E sident.)
Lett him from wealthie stocke proportion out
Verses in amorous foulds to claspe about
Goad's faire Soules issues necks, in geniall sheet
To wipe their pure chast venerable feet.
Myne too prophane, & cold, too fowle, & vile,
Discovert wou'd affright, & then defile.
In this payre brauely match'd (without compare)
Our Æmulous both Academies are.
Both pardon me to this high nuptial Feast
To bring my Song; my Sacrifice at least.