Classic Poem

To my most deere and sincerely-beloued worthy pupills, the Lady Tracy and the Lady Baskeruile, daughters to the worthy knight Sr Thomas Coningesby.

Nature and bloud hath not more strictly tide
You each to other (ladyes) then your loues
To mee (whose parts are but my wants to hide)
Haue tide me to you, and but Death remoues
You are to mee what to your selues you bee,
In goodnesse growing to abundant grace;
Now learne I of you who were taught by mee,
To follow Vertue with a constant pace.
If loue requires much sault to season it
Ere without taint, it lasts (as all do proue)
Then since ye able were at meat to sit,
W' haue eaten sault together, in that loue:
Then if I could I would soone make yee know
I honor yee in loue, well seasond so.