Classic Poem

in eandem

If it be a feathers praise
To be light and shake all wayes
If it make a pumise rare
Cause all stons else heavy are
If the thin and subtlest ayre
Makes a day by much more fayre
If than all these she be more light
Why should not I her praises write
The loosnes of her cariage shines
As she were caried by the winds
Her love to one sort makes all those
Are trod scearce feel her as she goes
She is soe nimbly stirring that
Yould think to wear her in your hat
But soft, sheel sooner let you try
Your waight upon her tender thygh.