Classic Poem

To Her again. La Cruelle

Am I with any thoughts opprest
What shall I seek for cure and rest;
In haight of Greef noe tears appeer
I shall then borrow from the Deer
The slain Stag that did newly fall
Some say that such are Medsinall.
I'le take the bone too from his hart
To see if Thine that guives mine smart
Will softer prove and pitty showe
Before my totall overthrowe
If not to Powder it I'le grind
Then take one dos to Thee unkind
And wher I want sobbs to bemone
The mandrake shall lend me a groan
A sigth the Nitingall
Contribut shall
And evry thinge
Of Plant and winge
Bear part
To signe my woe: and how Cruell Thou art.