Classic Poem

With thousand bands of furious inward heate
Love bindes my Sowle, and burnes my gentle hart:
And two wayes Laura death to mee doth threate,
With colour fresh, and wanton eye like dart.
This for reward for all my love I gaine,
For my good will two Enemies I have,
Laura and Love: foure plagues conspire my paine,
Because I like, and whats but just doo crave;
Fire, Roseall colour, Eyes, and cruell Band:
These at the gaze of Beautie make me stand.