Classic Poem

A LOUER of late was I,
ffor Cupid wold haue itt soe,
the boy tha t hath neuer an eye,
as euery man doth know.
I sighed, and sobbed, and cryed alas
ffor her tha t laught & called me asse, & called me assee,
& called me asse ... for her tha t &c.

Then knew not I what to doe
when I see itt was vaine
a lady soe coy to wooe,
& gaue me the asse soe plaine.
yett would [I] her asse tha t I should bee,
soe shee would helpe & beare w i th mee, & beare &c.
soe shee &c.

And I were as faine as shee,
& shee were as kind as I,
what payre cold haue mad[e] as wee
soe prettye a sumpathye?
I was as kind as shee was ffaire,
but for all this wee cold not paire; we cold &c.
wee cold not paire, but ffor all &c.

Paire w i th her tha t will, ffor mee!
w i th her I will neuer paire
tha t cuningly can be coy,
for being a litle ffaire.
the Asse Ile leaue to her disdane,
& now I am, my selfe againe, my selfe &c.
& now I am, my selfe againe