Classic Poem

Ode

Farewell , my Sweete, untill I come,
Improved in Merritt, for thy sake,
With Characters of honour Home,
Such, as thou canst not then but take.

To Loyaltie my Love must bow,
My Honour too calls to the feild,
Where, for a Ladyes buske, I now
Must keene, and sturdy Iron weild.

Yet, when I rush into those Armes,
Where Death, and Danger do combine,
I shall lesse subject be to Harmes,
Than to those killing eyes of thyne.

Since I coulde live in thy disdaine,
Thou art so far become my Fate,
That I by nothing can be slaine,
Untill thy sentence speaks my date.

But, if I seeme to fall in Warre,
T'excuse the Murder you committ,
Be to my Memorie just so farr,
As in thy Heart t'acknoledge it;

That's all I aske; which thou must give
To him that dying, takes a Pride
It is for thee; and would not live
Sole Prince of all the world beside.