Classic Poem

Who lives in love, loves lest to live, least
And longe delayes doth rue,
If Him he love by Whome he lives,
To Whome all love is dewe.

Who for our love did choose to live,
And was content to dye;
Who lov'd our love more then His life,
And love with life did buy.

Let us in life, yea with our life,
Requite His livinge love;
For best we live when lest we live, least
If love our life remove.

Where love is hott, life hatefull is,
Their groundes do not agree;
Love where it loves, life where it lives,
Desyreth most to bee.

And sith love is not where it lives,
Nor liveth where it loves,
Love hateth life that holdes it backe,
And death it best approves.

For seldome is He woonn in life
Whome love doth most desire;
If woonn by love, yet not enjoyde,
Till mortall life expire.

Life out of earth hath no abode,
In earth love hath no place;
Love setled hath her joyes in heaven,
In earth life all her grace.

Mourne, therefore, no true lover's death,
Life onely him annoyes;
And when he taketh leave of life,
Then love beginns his joyes.