Classic Poem

XXXV

To rail or jest ye know I use it not,
Though that such cause sometime in folks I find.
And though to change ye list to set your mind,
Love it who list, in faith I like it not.
And if ye were to me as ye are not
I would be loath to see you so unkind.
But since your faith must needs be so by kind,
Though I hate it, I pray you leave it not.
Things of great weight I never thought to crave;
This is but small, of right deny it not:
Your feigning ways as yet forget them not
But like reward let other lovers have,
That is to say, for service true and fast,
Too long delays and changing at the last.