Classic Poem

Neare to this eglantine
Enclosed lies the milke-white Armeline,
Once Chloris' onlie ioye,
Now onlie her annoy,
Who enuied was of the most happie swaines,
That keepe their flocks in mountaines, dales, or plaines;
For oft shee bare the wanton in her arme,
And oft her bed and bosome did he warme:
Now when vnkindlie Fates did him destroy,
Blest dog, he had the grace,
With teares for him that Chloris wet her face.