Classic Poem

Gods me, what will you? soft, what do I dreame?
Do I heare reall words? or think I do?
Or can it be that beauty so extreame
Should be so fowly false, and brng out to?
Sure, I had rather say my Sences lye,
Then think you can, be so vnlike to you:
Sith in the sam's no possibility,
How ere you seeme to you, and me vntrue
Say what you will, I will not wrong you so
To think (much lesse to say) that you fair Sweet
Will plight me faith; then me and It forgoe:
And vaunt (o past beleef) how you did fleet:
But, this I sweare, if you rest so vnsound,
That such crackt Ware is better lost then found.