Classic Poem

For wantons heede heere wrayed is the thrall,
Of loving wormes, how both they freese and frie,
How sweetest thoughtes are sawst with bitter gall.
How care them cloyes that live in jelousie,
What yll successe stolne marriages ensue,
How forst consentes sield beare a loving hart,
How sugred woordes to[o] late faire ladies rue,
How vaine they strive that lovers seeke to part,
How envious tongues are apt to sowe debate,
How fancie bringes the stoutest mindes in awe,
How lovers wrongde from love do fall to hate,
How ramping rigges regard no modest lawe.
How lingring love doth oft mislyking move,
How gallants giftes fond women oft allure,
How pride and ease preferre mens thoughtes to love,
How lawlesse lust all mischiefe puts in ure.
How scorneful dames (that set mens sutes at nought),
Of such as serv'd are glad to seeke reliefe,
How loving thralles from fetters free are taught
To shunne the snares that snarled them in griefe.
And to conclude, in every page is wrayde
A lightning joy, a life of lacke is love,
Who loveth least, which proves is best appaide,
For womens mindes as wether cockes will move.
Wherefore these toyes, who liste to read aright,
Shall finde Loves woes; not how to love I write.