Classic Poem

Yff other love then yours do lodge within my Breste
let never pleasinge thought henceforth frequent my mynde
Or iff my constante hope elswhere do seke for reste
let my desyres in vayne still stryve agaynst the winde
Or if my vowed faith be ever founde untrue
let all the fruits I reape be rygor for good will
Or yf I doe adore another Saynte then yow
let me in restles toile loose all my labour still
Or iff that daungers dreade my lykinge can decaye
let then my faintinge harte be shrynde in fowle defame
Or yf with tracte of tyme my fancye were awaye
let some untymely ende shute upp my dayes in shame
But yow it is I love and yow I serve alone
Agaynste all other lookes my harte is hardned stone.