Classic Poem

My fayre, if thou wilt register my love,
More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise,
Preserve my teares, and thou thy selfe shalt prove
A second flood downe rayning from mine eyes.

Note but my sighes, and thine eyes shal behold,
The Sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke:
And if by thee my prayers may be enrold,
They heaven and earth to pitty shall provoke.

Looke thou into my breast, and thou shalt see
Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice:
That soule (sweet Maide) which so hath honored thee,
Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes.
Those eyes to my hart shining ever bright,
When darknes hath obscur'd each other light.