Classic Poem

Two sparkling stars, fine golde, pure Ebonie,
From whence Love takes his Brands, his Shafts and Bow,
Two daintie Apples, which though hid from eye,
Through vaile of Lawne, through lawne more faire do show:
 A cherrie lip with Ivorie teeth most white,
 Where Cupid begs within that Grate so bright.

Vermilion Flowers that grow in Heaven above;
Snow, which no wet can marre, nor Sunne can melt,
Right Margarite Pearle which alwaies Orient prove,
A Voyce, that Hart of marble makes to swelt,
 A Smile that calmes the raging of the Sea,
 And Skie more cleere makes then was wont to bee.

Grave, staied wisedome in yong and tender yeares,
A stately Gate, and Port majesticall,
A Carriage, where in vertue (borne) appeares,
Lookes that disdaine, and yet delight withall,
 Numbers of Favours, Beauties infinite,
 With Modestie, chaste, pure, and milde Delight.

An humble Soule within a Bodie rich,
A lowly Thought within a conquering Hart:
These are the workes which I commend so mich,
Which Heavens and LOVE have framde by curious Art:
 All these I once enjoyde: but they being gone,
 My Note is changde, my Mirth is turnde to Mone.