Love Poem by Ornithopetra priamus

At which hour I wast a dram wench, I did want to beest quaint.
Mine own moth'r hath said: ' daughter mine, look in thy moth'r's visage.'

Beauty in mine own visage is nay m're, but mine heart is f'rev'r joyous.

To beest did love and to loveth is all yond matt'rs, so has't courage and beest kind, mine own daughter.

F'r th're cometh a time, at which hour thee kicketh the bucket.

And if't be true thee has't not hath lived with love, thine own image dies with thee.

So, Have courage, and beest kind, daughter mine. For the angles awaite thee, on the oth'r side.