Classic Poem

W HEN LOVE Had strove
Us to subdue,
Whose Crime
With Time
Still bolder grew;
Though Ye
Said He
Will still
Rebell
Yet I
Reveng'd will bee,
Sufficientlie
Upon my Selfe for You, and die.

When L OVE
Was wove
And ty'd about
His Crosse
So close
That it forc'd out
A Flood
Of Blood;
I would
I could,
Sayes He
Forever bleed,
So They who need
This Blood, would fill their Cup from Me.

When L OVE
Above
Went up to sit
Upon
His Throne
He rain'd from it
Whole Streames
Of Flames
On Those
He Chose
To goe
To every Place
Under Heavens Face
And there Love's fierie businesse do.

When L OVE
Doth move
His sparkling Eye
This way
We may
In it descry
A light
More bright
Than Day's
Best rayes
Whereby
Our Hearts, although
Chill untill now,
Conceive an Holy Fervencie.

When L OVE
To prove
His noble Art
His Bow
Doth draw
Against an Heart;
Alwayes
He slayes
With Wound
Profound
But still
The Deaths they give
Doe make Us live
A sweeter Life, than that they spill.

When L OVE
A Grove
Had sought, wherein
He might
Delight
With Soules of Men,
No Trees
Could please
His Will
Untill
He spy'd
Faire Paradise ,
And heere, He cryes,
My lovely Spouses shall abide.