Classic Poem

What pleasure can a bannish'd creature have
In all the pastimes that invented arr
By witt or learning, absence making warr
Against all peace that may a biding crave;

Can wee delight butt in a wellcome grave
Wher wee may bury paines, and soe bee farr
From lothed company who allways jarr
Upon the string of mirthe that pastime gave;

The knowing part of joye is deem'd the hart;
If that bee gon, what joy can joy impart
When senceless is the feeler of our mirthe;

Noe, I ame bannish'd, and no good shall find
Butt all my fortunes must with mischief bind
Who butt for miserie did gaine a birth.