Classic Poem

Rockt in a cradle (like as Infants bee)
When I was yong, a little wanton childe,
Two daintie dugs did nourish life in mee,
Whilst oft on them with teate in mouth I smilde:
Ah happie I, thrice happie might I say,
Whilst in that harmlesse state I then did stay.
But now that I am come to mans estate,
Such dugs as nurst me in delight and joy
Doo seeke my death, by poysonous sugred bait,
Whose sight without possession breeds me noy.
So what in childhood caused me to live,
Now in my youth doth death unto me give.