Classic Poem

Cupid , my pretty Boy, leaue off thy crying,
Thou shalt haue Bells or Apples; be not peeuish;
Kisse me sweet Lad; beshrew her for denying;
Such rude denyalls doe make children theeuish.

Did Reason say that Boyes must be restrained?
What was it, Tell: hath cruell Honour chidden?
Or would they haue thee from sweet Myra weyned?
Are her faire brests made dainty to be hidden?

Tell me (sweet Boy,) doth Myra's beauty threaten?
Must you say Grace when you would be a playing?
Doth she cause thee make faults, to make thee beaten?
Is Beauties pride in innocents betraying?
Giue me a Bow, let me thy Quiuer borrow,
And she shall play the child with loue, or sorrow.