Classic Poem

Woe, woe to them, who (by a ball of strife)
Doe, and have parted here a Man and Wife:
Charls the best Husband, while Maria strives
To be, and is, the very best of Wives:
Like Streams, you are divore'd; but 'twill come, when
These eyes of mine shall see you mix agen.
Thus speaks the Oke, here; C. and M. shall meet,
Treading on Amber, with their silver-feet:
Nor wil't be long, ere this accomplish'd be;
The words found true, C. M. remember me.