Classic Poem

Goe you my lynes, Embassadors of love,
With my harts trybute to her conquering eyes,
From whence, if you one teare of pitty move
For all my woes, that onely shall suffise.

When you Minerva in the sunne behold,
At her perfection stand you then and gaze,
Where, in the compasse of a Marygold,
Meridianis sits within a maze.

And let Invention of her beauty vaunt,
When Dorus sings his sweet Pamelas love,
And tell the Gods, Mars is predominant,
Seated with Sol , and weares Minervas glove.
And tell the world, that in the world there is
A heaven on earth, on earth no heaven but this.