Classic Poem

Plac'd in the forlorne hope of all dispayre,
Against the Forte where Beauties Army lies,
Assayld with death, yet arm'd with gastly feare,
Loe thus my love, my lyfe, my fortune tryes.

Wounded with Arrowes from thy lightning eyes,
My tongue in payne, my harts counsels bewraying,
My rebell thought for me in Ambushe lyes,
To my lyves foe her Chieftaine still betraying.

Record my love in Ocean waves (unkind,)
Cast my desarts into the open ayre,
Commit my words unto the fleeting wind,
Cancell my name, and blot it with dispayre,
So shall I be, as I had never beene,
Nor my disgraces to the world be seene.