Classic Poem

Bee given to him who triumphs in his right
Nor vading bee, butt like those blossooms fayre
Which fall for good, and lose theyr coulers bright
Yett dy nott, butt with fruite theyr loss repaire

Soe may love make you pale with loving care
When sweet injoying shall restore that light
More cleare in beauty then wee can compare
If nott to Venus in her chosen night,

And who soe give them selves in this deere kind
Thes hapinesses shall attend them still
To bee suplyd with joys, inrichd in mind
With treasures of content, and pleasures fill,

Thus love to bee devine doth heere apeere
Free from all fogs butt shining faire, and cleere.