Classic Poem

I

Hence ! fond Disease, I say forbeare,
And strive t' afflict my Fayre noe more,
In vayne are thy attempts on her,
She was (alasse!) so cold before.

II

Yet thou at once by sympathy
Disturb'st two persons in one ill;
For when shee freezes, then I fry,
And so compleat her Ague still.

III

Sure, thou my choise would'st fayne disgrace
By makinge her looke pale, and greene;
Had shee noe beauties, but her face,
I never had a lover beene.

IV

For sparckling eyes, and rosy cheekes
Must, as her youth does fade, decay:
But, vertue, which her bosome decks,
Will when they'r sunck, and wither'd stay.

V

Thou would'st eclipse that vertue too,
For such a Triumph far too deare,
Making her tremble, as they doe
Whom jealous guilt has taught to feare.