Classic Poem

The Hyperborean hills, Ceraunus' snow,
Or Arimaspus cruell, first thee bred,
The Caspian tigers with their milke thee fed,
And Faunes did humane bloud on thee bestow;
Fierce Orithya's louer in thy bed
Thee lull'd asleepe, where he enrag'd doth blow;
Thou didst not drinke the flouds which here doe flow,
But teares, or those by ycie Tanais' hed.
Sith thou disdaines my loue, neglects my griefe,
Laughs at my grones, and still affects my death,
Of thee, nor heauen, I'll seeke no more reliefe,
Nor longer entertaine this loathsome breath,
But yeeld vnto my starre, that thou mayst proue
What losse thou hadst in losing such a loue.