Classic Poem

A woollen night cap sent to the same pour Les estresnes

That in Observance of the new-born year
I doe present you with noe hand-kacher
Noe guilded Paper, wax-book, or such Thinges
As were th'Owld Saturnalian Gossopings
Know my Love's greater than to be exprest
In pocket sheets like Plumms snatcht from a feast
Nor ist the guilded Quier that can shew
Unles by th'spottlesnes my Faith to you
The Virgin Book with Royall Heraldry
Might emblem out Loves Prodigallery
But being a Light consumes, and soe can not
Define the thing that never wasts a jott
Which though it have like heat as Damons had
Towards his Pythias, yet I send it clad
In season for the time; knowing each die
Receives more Luster from its contrary
And soe pretend Could to beget this flame
In a preventing way yet still the same
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