Classic Poem

Upon the Death of My Fidelia a farewell to wine

Farewell Deer ofspring of the lusty vine
Thou art too sprightfull for my care
For as the month began its signe
Soe my thoughts drownd in sorrowes are
Now they reflect upon that loss of mine

And as the radiant skorching beams draw nigh
To kiss the fish that backward swimms
I doe command thee from me t'fly
And fill all others glasses brimms
Whilst I alone think back and weep, and die.

Which though denide a while by Fates reprive
Until some longer time be spent
I shall importune th'next to guive
Me Doggs for to pursue the sent
And from my pallat in full chase thee t'drive.

That soe I may not cross to what I owe
My self deceased, cease to be
Under that sadnes overflow
Should make me quite shake hands with thee
And cause me from thy stock to Cypres t'grow

Alone'ts the Plant with this time suteth best
To emblem to the world my grief
That robd of that wherin most blest
I judgd my self all might releef
Add whilst they seem to share i'th'interest.

Thus casting ofe my tender mirtle wreath
And Rosy chaplet I put on
That luckles guarland and bequeath
Whats left unto devotion
Till sights afloat sink all joyes underneath

I mean vaporiall: for I deem noe less
Of those thy magick art can raise
Who though the glory of the press
Lend'st but some thunder blasted bayes
To crown my fancy soe disturb my rest

She's past thy reach for whom my troubled mind
Thus workes like to the raging sea
Tempt me noe more am left behind
But graunt admittance to my plea
Nor in a blush but in a frown prove kind.