Classic Poem

1.

S YLLY Boy there is no cause,
Why any Ladd that will goe Loue
Curse or Cupid, or his Lawes
If that his Lasse inconstant proue,
Tho she doe sayle with everie wynd
Yet thats no fault in womankind,
That haynous Synn
Thou thinkst hir in
Thou shalt in thine owne bosome find.

2.

They that goe to Cupids Mart
To gaine an hart, an hart do giue;
Not thine owne but hirs thou art
Thy Soule within hir brest doth Liue.
Tho she be then as bold & bad
As ever Fame or Storie had
Do not exclaime
T'is thine owne shame,
Hir frailtie, to thy follies add.

3.

Nor adventure thou to name
The goodnes thine thou happst to showe
Thinke but where thou hadst the same
The tree whereon such fruict do'es growe:
Which if thou cherish, prune, & fence,
She cannot but in tender sence
Do so for thine
And striue to fine
Thy natiue ill, to Innocence.

4.

Here is then the only way
To keepe thy Loue for ever sure,
Keepe hir hart, in thee do'es stay
And she will thyne for ever pure,
Happie Turtles hart'ning so
Each others truth, w ch both do show
And iust alike
On virtue strike,
As two true clocks togither goe.