Classic Poem

In a shadie groue of mirtle,
(Where byrdes musicall resorted)
With Floraes painted flowers fertle,
Which men with sight and sent comforted,
Whilst turtles equally disported,
Where each Nymphe loases,
Bunches of poases,
Which into Chapplettes sweet they sorted.

There seated in that louely shade,
With Laya bewtifull there sate
A gentle shepheard, which had made
Gainst euening twilight somewhat late,
An arbour built in Syluane state
Where in exchaunge,
Their eyes did raunge
Giuing each other the check-mate.

He said sweet comfort of my life
Come and embrace Parthenophil
Mette we sade she to fall at strife
I will be gone I that I will
I lou'd you long, why do so still
I can not chuse
If you refuse
But shall my selfe with sorrow kill.

With that he sight and would haue kist
And vew'de her with a fearefull smile
She turn'd and said your ame mist
With sighes redoubled the meanewhile
The shepheard sate, but did compile
Greene knotted rushrings,
Then roundlayes sings:
And pleasaunt doth twilight beguile.

At length he somewhat nearer prest
And with a glaunce the Nymphe deceauing
He kist her, she said be at rest
Willing displeas'd in the receauing:
Thence from his purpose neuer leauing
He prest her further,
She would cry murther,
But somewhat was her breathe bereauing.

At length he doth possesse her whoale,
Her lippes, and all he would desier:
And would haue breath'd in her his soale
(If that his soale he could enspyer)
Eft that chaunc'd which he did requier:
A liue soule possest
Her matrone brest,
Then waking I found sleepe a lyer.