Classic Poem

Adieu thys is no cheape ayre
Tis my soules selfe I thus breathe awaye
Sorrow doth its place supply
It kils butt gives no leave to dy.

Greife wh. from hence did my life fyrst expell
Hear an usurping soule doth dwell
And I am long lived now how free from fate
Alas is hee whom woe doth animate
Disease is of hys syde, ruinn doth fitt
The house to give that soule more roome in itt.