Classic Poem

Thy beauty, Caelia , so betrayd mine eyes,
That at the first they forc'd my heart to yeeld:
Thus ouercome into a bloudlesse field,
A yeelding slaue vnto thy mercy flees,
Where humble prostrate on affections knees,
Tyde with the chaines of strongest loue (alas)
I do intreat thy pitty to my case,
Pitty but which thy haplesse captiue dy's;
Then as thy beautie did but stroke or come,
So let thy mercy without rigour saue,
Remorse and pittie shall thee best become,
Remorse and pitty which not els I craue.
Thrise happy thraldome if thou pitty moue,
Vnhappy bondage if disdain'd my loue.