Classic Poem

I

S HEE sighes, and has blown over now
The stormes, that threatned in her brow:
The Heaven's now serene, and clear,
And bashfull blushes do appear.
Th' errour sh' has found
That did mee wound.
Thus in her od'rous sigh my hopes are crown'd.

II

Now shee relents, for now I hear
Repentance whisper in my ear.
Happie repentance! that begets
By this sweet airie motion heats,
And does destroy
Her heresie,
That my Faith's branded with inconstancie.

III

When Thisbe's Pyramus was slain,
This sigh has fetcht him back again:
And such a sigh from Dido's chest
Wafted the Trojan to her breast.
Each of her sighes
My Love does prize
Reward for thousand, thousand cruelties.

IV

Sigh on, my Sweet, and by thy breath
Immortall grown I'l laugh at death:
Had Fame so sweet a one, wee should
In that regard learn to be good.
Sigh on, my Fair,
Henceforth, I swear,
I could Cameleon turne, and live by Air.