Classic Poem

Whilst angrie Juno from the scowling Skies
Thicke swinging showers did downward send amaine,
My Ladie mounting up in stately wise,
From heaven more fast did fierie lightning raine:
So that the people (passing) had lesse harme
By water wet, than by the fire ore-warme.
The water onely wet their outward skin,
A matter small, in which was danger none;
But this her fire did burne their harts within,
And forst them as they went to sigh and grone:
So that their greife was greater (sauns all doubt)
To have within fier, than water without.