Classic Poem

Sweetest Loue since wee must part
by meere constraint, not heart,
stay a kissing while to know
what are my vowes, then goe:
Let that day when you goe hence
with other care dispence,
only busied to descrye
this happy Augury
that as she doth part us twaine
she will neuer meete againe:
Let the free, and gentle ayre
a teare or two declare,
and the sadd and passing Bell
bee dolefull Philomell;
to whose ruthfull tones wee'll weepe
that teares true time may keepe:
Let noe Churlish winde once dare
to awake the quiet ayre
as you ride, but still bee they
as to Alcione;
Let the stroaking sunne first aske
leaue of your vailing maske,
Ere his rayes through that Ecclipse
dare come to kisse your lipps:
Let the soft, the sweet the kinde
breath of the westerne winde
Calmely spire a kisse, not blowe
yet make your Tresses flowe
Like to Daphnes, when shee fledd
the losse of maydenhead:
Let your steede noe other pace
haue, nor noe other grace
then the Bull that bare the sweete
Europa into Creete:
Let our parting still the scope
keepe of a meeting hope,
though not this day, or the next
A third may make loue vext,
yet a fourth may issue when
wee two shall meete againe;
Then faire mistrisse, though delayes
make two seeme twenty dayes,
Let truth number them in sport
our absence will bee short.