Classic Poem

Your little dog, that barked as I came by,
I strake by hap so hard I made him cry,
And straight you put your finger in your eye,
And lounng sat. I asked the reason why.
" Love me, and love my dog," thou didst reply.
" Love as both should be loved." — " I will," said I,
And sealed it with a kiss. Then by and by,
Cleared were the clouds of thy fair frowning sky.
Thus small events, greater mastenes may try.
For I, by this, do at their meaning guess,
That beat a whelp afore a lioness.