Classic Poem

I

Behold , False Mayd, yon horned Light,
Which in Heav'n's arched vault doth range,
And view part of thy selfe in it;
Yet shee but once a Moneth does change.

II

The rageing Sea, th' uncertaine Air,
Or, what does yet more change admit,
Of variation Emblems are;
When thou, and onely thou art it.

III

Philosophers their pains may spare,
Perpetuall motion where to finde;
If such a thing be anywhere,
'Tis, Woman, in thy fickle minde.

IV

How oft encentred in thine Armes,
Big with betraying sighs and teares,
Hast thou secur'd mee, by thy charmes,
From other Lovers' naturall Feares.

V

Sighs that improv'd the honest flame,
Which made my faithful bosome pant;
And teares so gentle as might claym
Beliefe from Hearts of Adamant.

VI

These were the Arts seduc'd my youth,
A Captive to thy wanton will:
That with a falshood, like to truth,
In the same instant cure, and kill.

VII

Goe tell the next you will betray,
(I meane that Fool usurps my room)
How for his sake I'm turn'd away;
To the same fortune hee must come.

VIII

When I, restored to that sense
Thou hast distemper'd, sound and free,
Shall, with a very just pretence,
Dispise, and laugh at Him and Thee.