Classic Poem

Good-fellowes whom men commonly doe call,
Those that doe liue at warre with truth, & shame,
If once to loue of honesty they fall,
They both lose their Good-fellowes, and their name;

For theeues, whose riches rest in others wealth,
Whose rents are spoiles, and others thrift their gaine,
When they grow bankrupts in the Art of Stealth,
Booties to their old fellowes they remaine.

Cupid , thou free of these Good-Fellowes art:
For while Man cares not who, so he be one,
Thy Wings, thy Bow, thy Arrowes take his part,
He neither liues, nor loues, nor lyes alone;
But be he once to Hymens close yoke sworne,
Thou straight brau'st this Good-fellow with the horne.