Classic Poem

Heauens! see how bringing vp corrupts or betters;
Cupid long prentice to his Mother bound,
Hath taken oath, onely to scape her fetters,
That he will still like to her selfe be found.

Which is faire in his Youth, in Old age painted,
Kind out of lust, and humble for his pleasure,
Not long agreeing with things well acquainted,
Couetous, yet prodigall of fame and treasure.

Now as they wrong themselues, that for it thunders
Blame skye, or ayre, wherein these tempests blow:
So doth he that at Womens changes wonders,
Since strange it should not be that all men know :
Therefore if Myra change as others doe,
Free her; but blame the Sonne, and Mother too.