Injurious?!

The following was sent to me by a complete stranger. I know not his face, his name, or his circumstances. I kind of like it even so.

Injurious Jason! Most ungrateful man!
Have you conspiered, have you with these contrived,
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time,
For parting us, -- O, is that all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Jason, like two artifical gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower.
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate, so we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And you will rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly;
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.

Fuck. That WAS fantastic. I wish I had wrote it. There's a follow-up.

Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Japes, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These my lips.
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheaks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:

And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
Dies.

Whoever wrote this, if by some manner you are stalking me, and if by some manner you see that I am reposting what you sent to me, please know that you have succeeded in literally impressing the pants of me. More please.