Classic Poem

Unto a Lady: that refus'd her amorous Knight his Aproaches for him

Be-vile as is thy Name now I have sworne
To hate as much as I did love before
Thy other name although by blood thou'rt half
A rich proclaimes the but to be a Calfe
For were faith pinnd to fame thy Damms a Trull
Soe was thy Sire for certaine made a Bull
Or sithence the forrest strecht its bounds soe farr
As P[ir]goe he becam of Antler
A goodly stagg, lett him goe change his ground
When the King comes to Hunt least he be found
But for thy selfe thou needs't not take that care
I'le nere uncoupell wher thy footsteps are
Nor break myselfe of sleep more for to seeke
A Harts returne from a Deceiptfull cheeke.