Classic Poem

Thou that dost cast into the silver brook
Thy worm fed hooke
The greedier fishes for to cheat
Whilst they would eat
Remember that times wheel will bring
Thy deeds to censuring
And then as thou through wile
Those creatures didst beguile
Soe caught thou'lt be for thy deceipt
And made the food for thin own bayt.

Let this suffize to cause thee t'steer aright
Both day and night
That skilfully avoyding this
That shelf thou miss
For 'tis not all for to repent
Thy youthfull dayes misspent
But care must now be had
The future be not bad
And as thy audite waxeth neer
Soe thy accompts make perfecter.

Yet with that freedom stil and honest care
May not impare
Thy mind by causing it to fly
Society
Nor thy affections Cloyster soe
By making them forgoe
That innocent delight
Of Clubbing, morn and night
But let quaint Olives purle thy plate
When as thou heerst my Lord's at gare.

Then let thy sellers treasure opened be
For jollety
Which sending forth rayes like the sun
Canary run
Or the bright flaming Sherries fire
The fancy to inspire
Whilst that the duller call
For some of Tom, Blotts alle
And thus beguiling time, at last
Our cares revive, cause it is past.