Classic Poem

Like : to the sillye Siluan
burnt by the ffire he liked,
I scor[c]hed am w i th cupidds ffyery fflame,
wherin I became delighted.
grant then, o grant, my desire to allay,
lest tha t I ruined bee;
& good[e]sse like, saue mee!
[By] Loue my liffe I maintaine;
death by hatred I gaine:
you the Murthresse, if slaine I bee.

Then hand in hand lett pittye
w i th bewtye March intwined;
harmonious paire, if soe linked they were,
how delightffull in thee combined!
ffairest of all tha t the sun doth survay,
lett gracyousnesse take place;
O be not to coye!
Thou art an Angell, if a ffreind;
if an enemye, a ffeend.
then to pittye condiscend, I pray!

ffaine wold I tha t my desires
on her might haue refflectyon.
Loue loued againe; itt is my only aime
to be answered w i th true affectyon.
Loue is attended w i th many a plesure
to thee vnknowene as yett.
mee to those Ioyes admitte!
crowne me w i th those loues rights,
w i th those p re cyous delights,
whiles the time tha t vs invites if itts ffitte