Classic Poem

If a cleere fountaine still keeping a sad course,
Weepe out her sorrowes in drops, which like teares fall;
Marvell not if I lament my misfortune,
Brought to the same call.

Who thought such faire eyes could shine, and dissemble?
Who thought such sweete breath could poyson loves shame?
Who thought those chast eares could so be defiled?
Hers be the sole blame.

While love deserv'd love, of mine still she fail'd not,
Foole I to love still where mine was neglected,
Yet faith, and honor, both of me claim'd it,
Although rejected.

Oft have I heard her vow, never sweete quiet
Could once possesse her while that I was else where,
But words were breath then, and as breath they wasted
Into a lost Ayre.

So soone is love lost, not in heart imprinted,
Silly I, knew not the false power of changing,
Love I expected, yet (ah) was deceived,
More her fond ranging.

Infant Love tyed me not to mistrust change,
Vowes kept me fearelesse, yet all those were broken:
Love, faith, and friendship by her are dissolved,
Suffer'd unspoken.