Classic Poem

In fayth doth frozen I ANVS double face,
Such fauour finde, to match with pleasant Maye:
May Horie Hiems now sweete blisse imbrace,
Where fertyle Iune by flatte repulse had nay.
No surely no, though iealous heades misdeeme,
A false vntroth to me the same doth seeme.

For Frost with Fyre may neuer long agree,
And Maye by course ought mayntaine V ENVS right:
When shyuering I ANVS doth denie we see,
The pleasing sporte that May would most delight.
Then iealous slaunder shut thy chaps for shame,
Depraue them not, whose deedes are voyde of blame.

Since sprinkling showres of sweete A VRORAES fludde,
In Hiems raigne are dryed vp with colde:
Whose Syluer drops bedewes the blowming budde,
And makes the fertyle soyle her fruite vnfolde.
Who can beleeue? not I, I vowe in deede,
That I ANVS olde should gaine such youthfull meede.