Classic Poem

Since thou hast changde thy gowne and thine attire,
Ah change thy thoughts, not alwayes cruel be:
And with new clothes, put on a new Desire,
That new in every point I may thee see.
And if thou heretofore unkinde hast beene,
Be curteous now, and gentle be thou seene.
Thy glory great, thy praise more shalt thou finde,
If, of unconstant, constant thou become,
And of a foe, a faithfull friend and kinde,
Then change henceforth thy thoughts, else I undone:
Give me that colour which so likes mine eine,
If death, then blacke, if life, then Carnatine.