Classic Poem

If boystrous blaste of fierce and sroward wynde,
If weltring waues, and frothie foming Seas,
If shining Sunne by night against his kinde,
If lacke of lust to meate, and want of ease,
If feare of wracke, and force of rouing foe,
If raged Rockes that in the riuers lie:
If frozen floodes where sliding Sledds doe goe,
If cruell colde vpon the mountaines hye,
If seldom sleapes, if sundrie sortes of care,
If bareskin beddes, or else a borded bench,
If lacke of kindly cates and courtly fare,
If want of holsom drinck the thirst to quench,
If stinking Stoues, if Cunas and bitter bragge,
If sauage men, if women foule to sight,
If riding poast vpon a trotting Nagge,
If homely yammes, in stead of Innes at night:
If these (I say) might make a man forget
So true a frend, then thou art out of minde
But in good fayth, my fancie firme was set,
No Russie mought the true loue knot vnbinde
Venus be iudge, and Cupid in this case,
Who did pursue me aye from place to place.