Classic Poem

Beehold this sacred fire
In waters curstest ire
Remaines in mee
Desdaining change to see
As hee makes waters touch
His prowd inclosing my desire
And in his bosome keeps my fire
While I lament too much,

2

This lampe inflamed with love
Consumes nott yett doth move
And spends the oyle
Soe doe I waste in toile
To clime to honors high
Which with water, and the time
Doth the flame make higher clime
And soe I may rise nigh;

3

Butt while I heere admire
Water, and flames conspire
Nott yeeld to mee
Yett cunningly agree
Noe ease unto my burning smart
Butt extinguish fyry rays
The aulter for my loving bays
To act his lastest part;

4

Time butt an attome is
Limited by powers blis
Of heavenly might
Made by eternall right
For heaven erelasting beeing
Makes eternitie the name,
And mee the attome of my flame,
Consumed, and burnt by seeing.