Classic Poem

How coulde I call thee wife no thou art notte
For the quicke violent steps of a husbande
In thy chamber nor the lawfull claiminge
Hands of a husbande atte thy brests nor marriage
Speeches or the vulgar nameplate mistress
Thou ladye thou dame thou girlbrested thou art
Thighplumed-white sweetteyed thou loitering ssent
Sylkwrapped flesh of flowers thou vase of lite thou

My handes my handes alonne these shall telle thee
These shalle close the dore andde without werds these
Shall seal the dore aganst springge and somer
Autum and winnter and daye and nyghte putte
Awaye all butte neded then still notte idle
My handes as thou wen thou lovest werdsnonne.