Classic Poem

That subtill Greeke who for t' aduance his art,
Shap'd Beautie's goddesse with so sweet a grace,
And with a learned pensill limn'd her face,
Till all the world admir'd the workman's part.
Of such whom Fame did most accomplish'd call
The naked snowes he seuerally perceiued,
Then drew th' idaea which his soule conceiued,
Of that which was most exquisite in all:
But had thy forme his fancie first possest,
If worldly knowledge could so high attaine,
Thou mightst haue spar'd the curious painter's paine,
And satisfide him more then all the rest.
O if he had all thy perfections noted,
The painter with his picture straight had doted.