Classic Poem

O Memorie (the Relicke of my Sence )
Whie yet remainst, to make me yet remaine
A Relike of my Fancies fowle offence,
That lov'd for hate, and woo'd, but for disdaine?
Carowse of Loethe , make thie Cuppe, my Scull ,
Vntill thou bee dead-drunke; then, like the Blest,
I shall be full of rest , as thou art full
Of that forgetfulnes which myndes but rest .
And thou relentlesse Diamond , too deere,
(Too deere for mee , that offer'd mee, for thee )
Shal, to the World, in woorth the lesse appeare
Sith thou proust nothing woorth to wronged mee:
Then, sith thou art nought woorth, but in th' Exchange ,
I will not mee , for thee , now, interchange.