Classic Poem

Loe! here the fruits of lust and lawlesse love,
Loe! here their faults that vale to either vice;
Loe! ladyes, here their falles (for your behove)
Whose wanton willes sets light by sound advice.
Here lords may learn with noble dames to match;
For dunghill kyte from kinde wil never flye:
The vessell long will of the liquor smatch,
Wherewith at first the same we taste or trie.
Here Cressids life; her lucke, and lothsome end,
Their fortunes paint that Cressids heires are:
Her fall doth will all wantons to amend;
Their lightning joyes are joynd with yeres of care.
Here youths, that see a strumpets angrie moode,
May haply feare to execute her hate.
Their hard luckes heere, that purchase love with bloud,
Are warnings meete for such as sowe debate;
And to be short, the sowre in sweetest love
Doth prove him blest that least therof doth prove.