Classic Poem

Goe wailing Verse, the Infants of my loue,
Minerua -like, brought foorth without a mother:
Present the Image of the cares I proue,
Witnesse your Fathers griefe exceedes all other
Sigh out a Storie of her cruell deedes,
With interrupted accents of despaire:
A Monument that whosoeuer reedes,
May iustly praise, and blame my louelesse Faire.
Say her disdaine hath dryed vp my blood,
And starued you, in succours still denying:
Presse to her eyes, importune me some good.
Waken her sleeping pitty with your crying,
Knocke at that hard hart, begge till you haue mou'd her,
And tell th'vnkinde, how dearely I haue lou'd her.