Classic Poem

When first I learnd the A, B, C , of loue,
I was vnapt to learne: and sith, a Crosse
Crost my way to them, I was loth to prooue
That learning that might tend but to my losse
The Vowels (Looks) that speld mute Consonants,
I hardly could distinguish what they were,
And, sith the rest to them were Disonantes
To make them ioyne with Vowels, cost me deere!
The Mutes, and Consonants, being Deedes, and Words,
Were harsh without sweet vowels, (sweetest Looks)
My youth was spent (for age such skill affoords)
Ere them I knew with, and without, my bookes:
But (Teares) the Liquides, still being in my Eyes,
I saw, through them at last, Loues misteries.