Classic Poem

Ha, ha, ha, ha, you make me laugh, I sweare:
And yet I laugh, as some, in ioy, do weepe:
To see you double, like a Hare , for feare,
Lest I should smell where now, in loue, you creepe
Well, Wanton, well: I see your Harebraind Course,
Though, with the Catt, I wincke at what I see:
You now turne Taile to mee, no force, no force,
You shew your beastly manners as they bee,
Double no more, no more He hunt for you:
Vnlesse I open, sith you now I winde:
He freely spend, your fame still to pursue,
Sith it is blinde before, and lame behinde:
Yet though some wide mouthes call a Iade, a Iade,
He speake more spruce, yet call a Spade, a Spade.