Classic Poem

Twixt death and doubtfulnesse,
Twixt paine and pensiuenesse,
Twixt Hell and heauynesse,
Rests all my carefulnesse.

O vaine securitie,
That will not libertie,
Fye on that fantasie,
That brings captiuitie.

My lyfe is lothsomnesse,
My pleasure pastimelesse,
My ende your doubtfulnesse,
If you be mercylesse.

In doubt is lealosie,
Hope helpeth miserie,
Most women commonly,
Haue aunswers readily.