Classic Poem

I feare not hencefoorth death,
Sith after this departure yet I breath;
Let rocks, and seas, and wind,
Their highest treasons show,
Let skie and earth combinde
Striue, if they can, to ende my life and woe;
Sith griefe can not, mee nothing can o'rethrow,
Or if that ought can cause my fatall lot,
It will bee when I heare I am forgot.