Classic Poem

Go idle lines upolished rude and base,
Unworthy words to blazon beauty's glory;
(Beauty that hath my restless heart in chase,
Beauty the subject of my rueful story.)
I warn thee shun the bower of her abiding,
Be not so bold ne hardly as to view her:
Lest she enraged with thee fall a chiding,
And so her anger prove thy woe's renewer.
Yet if she deign to rue thy dreadful smart,
And reading laugh, and laughing so mislike thee:
Bid her desist, and look within my heart,
Where she may see how ruthless she did strike me.
If she pleased though she reward thee not,
What other say of me regard it not.