Classic Poem

The Macedonian Monarch once did deigne
(In cheerful sort, in kind and loving wise)
To feast in Village with a homely Swaine,
Who entertaind him (as is countrey guise)
With curds and creame, and such like knackes he had:
Whereof the curteous Prince accepted glad.
So Ladie, boldly I presumed have
To envite you to a sorie Banquet base:
Nor to disdaine the same of you I crave,
Though cates too course for you, too poore the place.
I cannot (as I would) give curds and creame,
But milke and whey, my fortune is so meane.
Yet if you shall accept it graciously,
And with your Favour sweet this Bourd adorne,
The vertue which is in you, presently
The whey to curds, and milke to creame shall turne:
But if your looke you angrie turne away,
The milke shall still be milke, the whay still whay.
Then as the Sunne in glorious wise doth shine
As well on valley low as mountaine hie,
Vouchsafe one cheerefull glimse of favour thine
On pouer mee, from out that heavenly eye:
Unworthie I such grace (I doo confesse)
Yet worthie thou to doo so, nerthelesse.