Classic Poem

Caelica , when I was from your presence bound,
At first good-will both sorrow'd and repined,
Loue, Faith, and Nature felt restraint a wound,
Honour it selfe, to Kindnesse yet inclined;

Your vowes one way, with your desires did goe,
Selfe-pittie then in your did pittie me,
Yea sex did scorne to be imprisoned so,
But fire goes out for lacke of vent , we see.

For when with time, Desire had made a truce,
I onely was exempt, the world left free,
Yet what winne you by bringing change in vse,
But to make currant Infidelity?
Caelica , you say, you loue me, but you feare,
Then hide me in your heart, and keep me there.