Classic Poem

All you whose eyes would learne to weepe draw neare,
And heare, what none, without full tears can heare;
Come marble eyes, as marble as your hearts,
I 'le teach you how to weepe a teare in parts;
And you false eyes, that never yet let fall
A teare in earnest, come, and now ye shall
Send forth salt fountaines of the truest griefe,
That ever sought to language for reliefe:
But you, you tender eyes, that cannot beare
An Elegie, wept forth, without a teare.
I warne you hence; or, at the most, passe by,
Lest while you stay, you soone dissolve, and die.