Classic Poem

I OBEY , I obey,
And am come to view the day,
Brought along all may compell,
All the earth has, and our Hell.
Here's a little, little flower,
This will make her sweat an hour,
Then unto such flames arise,
A thousand joys will not suffice.
Here's the powder of the Moon,
With which she caught Endymion;
The powerful tears that Venus cried
When the boy Adonis died.
Here's Medea's charm with which
Jason's heart she did bewitch;
Omphale this spell put in,
When she made the Libyan spin.
This dull root plucked from Lethe-flood,
Purges all pure thoughts, and good.
These I stir thus, round, round, round,
Whilst our light feet beat the ground.