Classic Poem

A JEASTING CURSE.

Fie vpon that too much Beauty,
That so blindeth Reasons seeing
As, in swearing all Loues duety,
Giues him no where else, a beeing.

Cursed be thou, all in kindnesse,
That with Beauty Loue hast wounded;
Blessing Loue; yet in such blindenesse.
As in Beautie is confounded.

Euer maist thou liue tormented
With the faith of Loue vnfained
Till thy heart may be contented
To relieue whom thou hast pained.

Thus, in wroth of so well pleased.
As concealeth ioyes confessing
Till my paine be wholly eased,
Cursed be thou, all in blessing.

So farewell and fairely note it,
He who as his soule doth hate thee,
From his very heart hath wrote it,
Neuer euill thought come at thee.