Classic Poem

Love, thou hast all, for now thou hast mee made
Soe thine, as if for thee I were ordain'd;
Then take thy conquest, nor lett mee bee pain'd
More in thy sunn, when I doe seeke thy shade,

Noe place for help have I left to invade,
That show'de a face wher least ease might bee gain'd;
Yett found I paine increase, and butt obtain'd
That this noe way was to have love allayd,

When hott and thirsty to a well I came
Trusting by that to quench part of my flame,
Butt ther I was by love afresh imbrac'd;

Drinke I could nott, butt in itt I did see
My self a living glass as well as shee
For love to see him self in truly plac'd.