Classic Poem

Harke, happie louers, harke,
This first and last of ioyes,
This sweetner of annoyes,
This nectare of the gods
Yee call a kisse, is with it selfe at ods;
And halfe so sweet is not
In equall measure got
At light of sunne, as it is in the darke:
Harke, happie louers, harke.