Classic Poem

For since t'was mine the white hath lost its hiew
To show t'was n'ere it selfe but whilst in you;
The Virgin Waxe hath blusht it selfe to red
Since it with mee hath lost its Maydenhead.
You (fairest Nymph) are waxe; oh may you bee
As well in softnesse so as purity;
Till fate and your own happy choise reveale
Whom you so farre shall blesse to make your Seale.
Fairest Valentine the unfeigned
wishe of you humble Votary-Jo. D RYDEN .