Classic Poem

When thy bold eye shall enter here, and see
Nought but the Ebon'd night incurtain me,
Curse not a womans lightnesse: Onely say,
Here it lies veiled from eternal day.
This will be charity: but if thou then
Call back remembrance with her light agen,
Know thou art cruel: For those rayes to me
(Like flashes wherewithall the Damned see
Their plagues) become another Hell. And thou
Shalt smart for this hereafter, as I now.
For my whole Sex, when they shall find their shame
Told in my Vow-breach by thy fatal name;
Their spleen shal all in one eye pointed be,
And then like Lightning darted all on thee.