Classic Poem

Write write, helpe helpe, sweet muse and neuer cease
In endlesse labours pennes and papers tyer
Vntill I purchase my long-wish't desier:
Braynes with my reason neuer rest in peace,
Wast breathlesse wordes, and breathfull sighes increase,
Till of my woes remorsefull you espye her,
Till she with me, be burnt in equall fier.
I neuer will from labour wittes release
My sences neuer shall in quiet rest
Till thou be pitifull, and loue alike:
And if thou neuer pitie my distresses
Thy crueltie with endlesse force shall strike
Vpon my witts, to ceaselesse writs addrest:
My cares (in hope of some reuenge) this lesses.