Classic Poem

1

Have I lost my liberty,
And my selfe, and all, for thee
O Love?
Yet wilt thou no favour give
In my losse thy blame will live;
Alas remove.
2

Pitie claimes a just reward,
But proud thoughts are thy best guard
Once smile:
Glory tis to save a life
When deceivers are in strife
Which to beguile.

3

Your gaine hath my paine begot,
But neglect doth prove my lot,
O turne,
Say it was some other harme,
And not your still sought for Charme
Did make me burne.

4

Thus may you all blame recall,
Saving me from ruins thrall
Then love
Pitie me, Ile no more say
You to cruelty did sway,
But loyall prove.

5

Else be sure your tricks Ile blaze,
And your triumph Castle raze
Take heed,
Conquerours cannot remaine
Longer then mens hearts they gaine,
Worse will you speed.

6

You a King set up by Love,
Traytors soone may you remove
From hy,
Take this counsell serve loves will
And seeke not a heart to kill,
Least both doe cry.