Classic Poem

Come , sitt thee downe by these Coole streames
neu er yet warmed by Tytans beames!
my tender youth thy wast shall clippe,
& ffix vpon thy Cherry lipp;
& lay thee downe on this greene bed,
where thou shalt loose thy mayden-head.

See how the litle Phillipp Sparrow,
whose ioynts doe ouer-fflow with marrow,
on yonder bough how he doth proue
with his make the ioyes of loue,
& doth instruct thee, as hee doth tread,
how thou shalt loose thy maidenhead.

O you younglings, be not nice!
coines in mayds is such a vice,
tha t if in youth you doe not marry,
in age young men will lett you tarrye
by my p er swasyon then be led,
& loose in time thy maidenhead

Clothes tha t imbrothered be with gold,
if neu er worne, will quicklye molde;
if in time you doe not plucke
the damisine or the Apricocke,
in pinching Autume theyle be dead;
then loose in time thy maidenhead!