Classic Poem

While that our souls and arms did twine
In amorous circling like the vine,
Should regal pomp with me but vie,
'Twould prove enameld slavery.

While no fond flames of loose desire,
Did warm thy breast with aliene fire,
Crown'd joys with mine, but plac'd in scale,
No minuits joy could countervail.

Exotick Chloe rules my heart;
Learn'd to tempt souls to th' ear by art;
For both could one death us suffice,
Love should make death a sacrifice.

An amorous youth with mutual fire,
Meets in complacence my desire,
For whom I once, nay, twice could die,
Could death admit security.

But what if Venus should return,
And fires that glow in ashes burn?
While she revokes to yoaks of brasse,
Our Love's more brittle far then glasse.

Though stars are then my love lesse fair,
Cork not so light, as thee, or air,
Rocks not so deaf, or angry Seas,
If true, I'de Court thee a disease.