Classic Poem

COME , sweet love, let sorrow cease,
Banish frownes, leave off dissension,
Love's warres make the sweetest peace,
Hearts uniting by contention.
Sunshine follows after raine,
After sorrow soone comes joy;
Try me, prove me, trust me, love me,
This will cure annoy;
Sorrows ceasing, this is pleasing,
All proves faire againe.

See these bright sunnes of thine eyes
Clouded now with black disdaining;
Shall such stormy tempests rise,
To set love's faire dayes a raining?
All are glad, the skies being cleare,
Lightly joying, sporting, toying,
With their lovely cheare:
But as sad to see a shower,
Sadly drooping, lowring, powting,
Turning sweet to sower.

Then, sweet love, dispearse this cloude
That obscures, this scornefull coying;
When each creature sings aloude,
Filling hearts with over joying
As every bird doth choose her mate,
Gailly billing, she is willing
Her true love to take:
With such words let us contend,
Laughing, colling, kissing, playing,
So our strife shall end.