Classic Poem

1

Unworthy, since thou hast decreed
Thy love and honour both should bleed,
My friendship could not chuse to dye
In better time or company.

2

What thou hast got by this exchange
Thou wilt perceive, when the revenge
Shall by those treacheries be made,
For which our faiths thou hast betraid.

3

When thy Idolaters shall be
True to them selves, and false to thee,
Thou'lt see that in heart merchandise,
Value, not number, makes the price.

4

Live to that day, my Innocence
Shall be my friendship's just defence:
For this is all the world can find,
While thou wert noble, I was kind.

5

The desperate game that thou dost play
At private ruines can not stay;
The horrid treachery of that face
Will sure undo its native place.

6

Then let the French men never feare
The victory while thou art there:
For if sins will call judgments downe,
Thou hast enough to stock the Towne.