Classic Poem

Love farewell I now discover
Thee a Tyrant o're a lover,
All thy promis'd sweets prove crosses,
Thy rewards are only losses.

A pritty thing I did deeme thee,
Innocent, and mild esteeme thee,
But I find thee as curst matter
As a swelling high wrought water.

Cupids name a pleasant folly
Hath beguiled hearts most holly,
Even to sacrifize in homage,
Life and soule unto their domage.

Mine an offering once I profferd,
Happily refusd when offerd,
Ile keepe now but to revile thee,
From the craft which did beguile me.