Classic Poem

If Vertuous Love be Honor, and no Shame ,
Let no man (causeles) seeke my chaste Desire,
To bridle in with base conceited raine,
Since Virtue kindled in my brest this fire:
 The Wise (I hope) will no Exceptions take,
 Nor Gainst my Love, nor gainst these Toyes I make.

For by the Diall of Discretion sound,
Mine Actions all and Cariage I direct,
And fearefull am I, least I should be found,
T'have done amisse, in any due respect.
 (LADIE) I hope no line is here set downe ,
 Sauns awfull looking backe unto your frowne.

No Worthlesse Thought doth lodge within my brest ,
Since (as my Guides) I follow thy faire Eyes,
Sparkes of true Vertue in me now doe rest,
Infused by those beames in wondrous wise,
 Those with an uncouth Flame set me on fire,
  The rightest pathes of Honor to aspire .

By these conducted to Eternall Joy,
I hope for to be lifted up to'th Skie,
From all Disgrace, from trouble and annoy,
Where, (of my selfe) I nere durst mount so hie.
  Be gracious then (Sweete Goddesse) of my Thought ,
 For thy power tis, doth make me soare aloft.