Classic Poem

Lovely sheaphard ope thine eye,
Sleepe is losse when I stand by. E.
Whoes that who does forbid me sleepe
Has the wolfe disperst my sheepe F.
I keepe thy flocks, they feed secure & free
Would I could guard my hart as well from thee
And I grieve to see thy cruelty E.
I blush to heare of love
As yet I have no cares, but can
To my homely oaten reed
Singe prases of great Pan
But loue they say does sorrow breed F.
Peevish Lad canst thou disdaine
y e silver goddesse of the night
When w th all her starry traine
She comes to bringe thee ful delight
Follow me unto my bed
Or in revenge I'll kisse thee dead E.
I am but yonge fayr quene & do not know
Whether there be a God of Loue or noe F.
I'll shew thee Cupid, boy, and hee
Every day shall play w th thee
But the nights belong to me.
Bid Latmas then adeiu,
On that cold mount spend not thine ages prime,
Thou hast higher hills to clyme