Classic Poem

Say Cupid , since thou wings so swift doost beare,
Within my hart (alone) why doost thou lye?
Why doost not seeke to lodge some other where,
And to some other place why doost not hye?
Goe unto her who hath the Lilly brest,
Who though she hates mee, yet I love her best.
If her to entertaine thee thou shalt finde,
It is a signe she hateth mee no more:
Straight then returne againe, and show her minde
To my Desire, who for this newes longs sore.
Then pre thee goe, no longer lingring stay,
Least when thou wouldst thou canst not goe thy way.