Classic Poem

1

Well well, 'tis true
I am now falne in Love,
And 'tis with You:
And now I plainly see,
While you're enthron'd by me above,
You all your arts and pow'rs improve
To Tyrant over me;
And make my flames th'incentives of your scorn,
While you rejoyce, and feast your eyes to see me thus forlorn

2

But yet be wise,
And don't beleeve that I
Did think your eyes
More bright than Stars can be;
Or that your face Angels outvyes
In their Coelestial Liveries;
'I was all but Poetrie
I could have said as much by any she,
You are not beauteous of your self, but are made so by me

3

Though we, like Fools,
Fathome the Earth and Sky,
And drayne the Schools
For names t'express you by:
Out-rant the lowd'st Hyperboles
To dub you Saints and Deities,
By Cupids Heraldry
We know you're Flesh and Blood as well as men,
And when we will can mortalize, and make you so agen

4

Yet since my Fate
Has drawn me to this Sin
Which I did hate,
I'll not my labour lose
But will love on, as I begin,
To th'purpose now my hand is in,
Spite of those Arts you use.
And let you know the World is not so bare,
There's things enough to love, besides such Toyes as Ladies are

5

I'll love good Wine,
I'll love my Book and Muse,
Nay all the Nine,
I'll Love my real Friend,
I'll Love my horse, and could I chuse
One that would not my Love abuse,
To her my heart should bend
I'll love all those that laugh, and those that sing,
I'll love my Country, Prince and Laws, and those that love the King