Classic Poem

As these drops fall: so Hope drops now on me
Sparingly, coole, yet much more then of late,
As with Dispaire I changed had a state
Yet not posses'd, governe but modestly.

Deerest, let these dropps heavenly showers prove
And but the Sea fit to receive thy streames,
In multitudes compare but with Sun beames,
And make sweete mixture, twixt them, and thy love.

The Seas rich plenty joynd to our delights,
The Sunn's kind warmth, unto thy pleasing smiles
When wisest hearts thy love-make-eyes beguiles,
And vassell brings to them the greatest Sprites.

Raine on me rather then be drye; I gaine
Nothing so much as by such harmeles teares,
Which take away the paines of loving feares,
And finely winns an everlasting raigne.

But if like heate drops you do wast away
Glad, as disburden'd of a hot desire;
Let me be rather lost, perish in fire,
Then by those hopefull signes brought to decay.

Sweete be a lover puer, and permanent,
Cast off gay cloathes of change, and such false slights:
Love is not love, but where truth hath her rights,
Else like boughs from the perfect body rent.