Classic Poem

D ISLOYALL S ILVIA ; See
What now your Scorne has done.
I have my Libertye,
Goe follow you your owne.
I sing another Name, and sing her faire;
Loe where she Comes, with thousand Cupids sett
In either Eye; and all the Sweets, which werre
Your beauties prize, in her againe are mett;
You were but what I sung you; when I call
My verses backe, your Beauties vanish All.


See; (to torment your soule)
Who has tooke up, your place.
I must Confesse, a foule
Deformed, Sootie face;
Darke as the Night, her Eyes; her haire undrest
Like Adders, on her Curbed Shoulders fall;
Her Limnes Distorted; and her name profest,
Leud Prostitute to Everie Strangers call;
Yet, in a liveing verse, I will transforme
Her faults, perfection, and her name adorne.


Splitt your proud heart with greife,
To know, another must
Gaine, by my verse, a Life;
When yours, hid in the rust
Of Sad Decay, noe mention shall find.
My deare Nicotiana is more true
And not soe Common; (though with every wind
She varie Love) and Fairer much then you;
This Common Strumpet, of the Times, to you
Is Faire, and Chast, and (though still changeing) true.