Classic Poem

O Love is so decieving
Like bee's it wears a sting
I thought it true believing
But its no such a thing
They smile but to decieve you
They kiss & then they leave you
Speak truth they wont believe you
Their honey wears a Sting.

What's the use o' pretty faces
Ruby Lips & cheeks so red
Flowers grows in pleasant places
So does a maidenhead
The fairest wont believe you
The foulest all decieve you
The many laugh & grieve you
Untill your coffin dead.