Classic Poem

The Romaines , in their Temples , plac'd, of olde,
Neere to the Graces , well Tongu'd Mercury;
To note that Speeche in vtt'ring will carch cold,
That lights not on a gracious Eare and Eye:
So, though my Tongue were most Angelicall,
And could make Eares to heare of Stone or Wood,
Yet, if your Eares turne Hony into Gall,
As good no Speech, as speaking for no good
Bee not (deere Sweate ) O bee not so peruerse,
Your Eares are fleshe, and so your Hart should bee:
Then, stone them not, to Coole my charming Verse,
That seekes to turne your Eares, and Hart to mee:
But, by that Turne, if you do feare a fall,
He hold you vp or breake my Necke withall.