Classic Poem

Maye name of seruaunt, to familier seeme,
For such whose seruice neuer swarude away?
Can Noble mindes so base of those esteeme,
That freely yeelde for them to liue or dye?
No, no, some further fetche conceyued is,
Which hath withdrawne from me that wonted name:
How so it be, if I be more amisse,
Then sounde good will hath once desarued blame.
The wrekfull Gods powre downe vpon my hed,
Such sharpe reuenge as neuer man did feele:
And let my Ghost in L YMBO lowe be led,
To T ANTALS thyrst, or prowde I XIONS wheele.
What wouldst thou more? if I not wishe thee well,
In P LVTOS Den, then let me lyue and dwell.