Classic Poem

Thy elder care shall from thy carefull face
By princely meane be stolne, and yet not lost
Thy younger shall with Nature's blisse embrace
An uncouth love, which Nature hateth most.
Both they themselues unto such two shall wed,
Who at thy beer as at a barre, shall plead
Why thee, a liuing man, they had made dead.
In thine owne seat a forraine State shall sit,
And ere that all these blowes thy head do hit,
Thou, with thy wife, adultry shalt commit.