Classic Poem

Charis one day in discourse
Had of Love, and of his force,
Lightly promised, she would tell
What a man she could love well:
And that promise set on fire
All that heard her, with desire.
With the rest, I long expected,
When the work would be effected:
But we find that cold delay,
And excuse spun every day,
As, until she tell her one,
We all fear, she loveth none.
Therefore, Charis, you must do't,
For I will so urge you to't
You shall neither eat, nor sleep,
No, nor forth your window peep,
With your emissary eye,
To fetch in the forms go by:
And pronounce, which band or lace,
Better fits him, than his face;
Nay I will not let you sit
'Fore your idol glass a whit,
To say over every purl
There; or to reform a curl;
Or with secretary Sis
To consult, if fucus this
Be as good, as was the last:
All your sweet of life is past,
Make account unless you can,
(And that quickly) speak your man.