Classic Poem

If whilome (in times past) that Spartane Lasse
(The Flower of Greece, Dan Paris costly joy)
Through her faire feature the onely causer was,
So manie Knights were slaine at Siedge of Troy:
Thou Laura art unlike unto her farre,
In this our Age a much more blessed Starre.
For she brought warres, strife, death, and crueltie;
Where thou (alone) bringst peace and pleasure still.
An happie thrice that liggs in love with thee:
And if by chance (unwares) thou sometime kill,
Thou (with thy smile) the wound canst heale againe,
And give him life, whom thou before hadst slaine.