Classic Poem

On Quicksedge wrought with lovely Eglantine
My Laura laid her handkercher to drie,
(Which had before snow white ywashed bin)
But after, when she cald to memorie,
That long twold be before, and verie late
Ere Sunne could doo, as would her glistering eyes:
She cast from them such sparkling glaunces straite,
And with such force, in such strangie guise;
As suddenly, and in one selfe same time,
She dryde her cloth, but burnt this hart of mine.