Classic Poem

Silvesta:
Silent woods with desarts shade
Giving peace
Wher all pleasures first ar made
To increase,
Give your favor to my mone
Now my loving time is gone.

Chastity my pleasure is
Folly fled
From hence now I seeke my blis
Cross love dead,
In your shadows I repose
You then love I now have chose.

Musella:
Choise ill made were better left,
Beeing cross
Of such choise to bee bereft
Were no loss,
Chastity you thus commend
Doth proceed butt from loves end.

And if love the fountane was
Of your fire
Love must chastitie surpas
In desire,
Love lost bred your chastest thought
Chastity by love is wrought.