Classic Poem

Fidelias Title to the Empire of the World

When Phebus quitts his watry Bed
And his faint steeds retreshed has
The ground with sylver dewe bespred
Which Pearle-like hanges upon each gras
Searveth him for a looking-glass.

Wherat he kembs his Amber head
And guives each goulden hair it's place
Until at length it vanished
At the bright Splendor of His face
As needless wher thear was such grace.

Yett that noe sooner melted; Earth
To welcom him did soone prepare
(As she could well) a suddain bearth
Of divers sorts of Flowres most rare
Sweet, and Fair beyond compare.

The Rose that in both doth excell
Rich Tulipes to please his sight
The Violet which for sweet smell
Damsells place in their bosoms white
With Lyllies store thus was She dight.

The Larke from that sweet bed, with sweet
Notes mounts up to the crystall Skyes
Striving in vain Him for to meet
Midd-way; whilst she tyr'd as she flies
Doth rise and fall, doth fall and rise.

With that the Tall-treed-wood sends forth
From neath his thick-Curld-head all green
Melodious harmony whose worth
Doth more excell in this I ween
In being heard only, noe quier seen.

Then Zephirus being charm'd by this
Descends in mildest breath and makes
Each backward branch to daunce and kiss
And in their gestures pastime takes
Whilst he them kisses but, not shakes.

These did invite my fayr abroad
That soe she mought with Phebus share
But the Damaske wheron she troad
Towld her that His tides all wear
Cancelled in Her being thear.