Classic Poem

When She was borne, she came with smiling eye
Laughing into the world, a signe of glee;
When I was borne (to her quite contrarie)
Wayling I came into the world to see.
Then marke this wonder strange: what Nature gave
From first to th'last this fashion kept we have.
She in my sad laments doth take great joy,
I through her laughing die, and languish must,
Unlesse that Love (to save me from this noy)
Doo unto mee (unworthy) shew so just
As for to change her laughter into paine,
And my complaints into her joy againe.