Classic Poem

V

But your six months are now expir'd,
 'Tis time I now should reign,
And if from you obedience be requir'd
 You must not to submit disdain,
But practise what y'ave seen me doe,
And love and honour me as I did you;
 That will an everlasting peace maintain,
And make me crown you Sovereign once again.

VI

And faith! Consult your Glass, and see
 If I ha'n't reason on my side;
Are those eyes still the same they used to be?
 Come, come, they're alter'd, 'twill not be deni'd;
And yet although the Glass be true,
And show you, you no more are you,
 I know you'll scarce believe it,
For Womankind are all born proud, and never, never leave it.

VII

Yet still you have enough, and more than needs,
 To rule a more rebellious heart than mine;
For as your eyes still shoot my heart still bleeds,
 And I must be a Subject still,
 Nor is it much against my will,
Though I pretend to wrestle and repine:
 Your Beauties, Sweet, are in their height,
  And I must still adore,
 New years, new Graces still create,
 Nay, maugre Time, Mischance and Fate,
You in your very ruines shall have more
Than all the Beauties that have grac'd the World before.