Classic Poem

Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her deere sake?
Why should I offer up unto her name
The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make?
Why should I strive to make her live for ever,
That never deignes to give me joy to live?
Why should m'afflicted Muse so much endevour
Such honour unto crueltie to give?
If her defects have purchast her this fame,
What should her vertues doe, her smiles, her love?
If this her worst, how should her best inflame?
What passions would her milder favours move?
Favours (I thinke) would sence quite over-come,
And that makes happy Lovers ever dombe.