Classic Poem

Live Lovely Fame, which when thou first didst take,
Possession of my Heart, wert stony colde,
And bashfull; but when entrance thou didst make,
Then, as Triumphant thou didst keepe thy holde:
 Changing both Thought and state, that where before
 Colde chillie Yce was, hot Desire burnt sore.

If I thee honor, worship, serve, and love,
He knowes, who guides the restles Globe on high,
But envious Fates on me their force doe prove,
And me, from thee have banisht spitefully.
 So that more paine I doe each houre abide,
 Then if that thousands sorts of deaths I dide.

But fore that peereles matchles shape of thine,
(The better part wherein my Soule doth rest)
Shall out of minde, or memory of mine,
(Whereby I only happy live and blest,)
 All things shall chaunce, impossible that be,
 My selfe, forget my selfe will I, fore thee.

The Sunne shall lose his power, and darke become,
The Skies shall melt, and into horror fall,
The earth shall sinke, the world be quite undone,
And fore this chance, all strange things happen shall.
 Though (now) thou bidste in Albions fruitfull land,
 And I, where Mantuan Duke, his Court doth stand.