Classic Poem

And thus continuing with outrageous fier,
My sunne proceeding forward to my sorrow
Tooke vp his court, but willing to retier
Within the Lyons denne his rage did borrow:
But whiles within that mansion he remayned,
How cruell was Parthenophe to me,
And when of my great sorrowes I complained,
She Lyon-like wish't they might tenfold be:
Then did I rage and in vnkindly passions
I rent mine heare, and rac'd my tender skinne,
And rauing in such frantique fashions,
That with such crueltie she did beginne
To feede the fier which I was burned in.
Can women brooke to deale so sore with men?
She mannes woe learn'd it in the Lyons denne.