Classic Poem

Bee from the court of Love, and reason torne
For Love in reason now doth putt his trust,
Desert, and liking are together borne
Children of love, and reason parents just,

Reason adviser is, love ruler must
Bee of the state which crowne hee long hath worne
Yett soe as neither will in least mistrust
The government wher noe feare is of scorne,

Then reverence both theyr mights thus made of one,
Butt wantones, and all those errors shun,
Which wrongers bee, impostures, and alone
Maintainers of all follyes ill begunn;

Fruit of a sowre, and unwholsome ground
Unprofitably pleasing, and unsound.