Classic Poem

In lying lyeth all Lawrentraes grace,
Who to and with men Iyes, in deede and word:
She paints herselfe, so lyeth in her face:
Then gut'rall lauds she doth her knaues affoord,
So, in her throat she lyes: and in her heart
She needs must lye, when for an abiect fee
She loue pretends to swaines of no desert;
So she, in summe, has all, as all may see:
Then sith still thus she lyes, twere good for her
Still to be whipt to make her still to stirre.