Classic Poem

What though my penne wax faynt,
And hath smale lust to paint?
Yet shall there no restraynt
Cause me to cese,
Amonge this prese,
For to encrese
Yowre goodly name.
I wyll my selfe applye,
Trust me, ententifly,
Yow for to stellyfye;
And so observe
That ye ne swarve
For to deserve
Inmortall fame.
Sith mistres Jane Haiset
Smale flowres helpt to sett
In my goodly chapelet,
Therefore I render of her the memory
Unto the legend of fare Laodomi.