Classic Poem

Follow, follow,
Though with mischief
Arm'd, like whirlwind
Now she flies thee;
Time can conquer
Love's unkindness;
Love can alter
Time's disgraces:
Till death faint not
Then, but follow.
Could I catch that
Nimble traitor
Scornful Laura,
Swift-foot Laura,
Soon then would I
Seek avengement
What's th' avengement?
Ev'n submissly
Prostrate then to
Beg for mercy.