Classic Poem

Follow, followe,
Though with mischiefe
Arm'd, like whirlewind,
Now she flyes thee;
Time can conquer
Loves unkindnes;
Love can alter
Times disgraces;
Till death faint not
Then, but followe.
Could I catch that
Nimble trayter,
Skornefull Lawra ,
Swift foote Lawra ,
Soone then would I
Seeke avengement.
Whats th' avengement?
Even submissely
Prostrate then to
Beg for mercye.