Classic Poem

I.

Though you be not content
That I, poor worm, should love you,
As Cupid's power and your sweet beauty cause me;
Yet, dear, let pity move you
To give me your consent
To love my life, as law of nature draws me:
And if my life I love, then must I too
Love your sweet self, for my life lives in you.

II.

BORROWED OUT OF A GREEK EPIGRAM .

H E'S rich enough whose eyes behold thee;
Who hears thee sing, a monarch is;
A demi-god who doth thee kiss;
And love himself whose arms enfold thee.

III.

UPON HER DREAMING THAT SHE SAW HIM DEAD .

O FAIR , yet murd'ring eyes,
Stars of my miseries,
Who while night clouds your beams,
How much you wish my death show in your dreams!
Is't not enough that waking you do spill me,
But you asleep must kill me?
O kill me still while you your sleep are taking,
So you lend me kind looks when you are waking!

IV.

The sound of thy sweet name, my dearest treasure,
Delights me more than sight of other faces:
A glimpse of thy sweet face breeds me more pleasure,
Than any other's kindest words and graces.

One gracious word that from thy lips proceedeth,
I value more than others' dovelike kisses:
And thy chaste kiss in my conceit exceedeth
Others' embraces, and love's chiefest blisses.