Classic Poem

Great was the strife betweene the Sunne on hie
And my faire Sunne, when first she gan to peere,
Who should exceed in brightest Majestie,
And show in sight of spacious world most cleere:
The Sunne did shine, but she did lighten bright,
And so his burning beames extinguisht quite.
Nay more, my Sunne on sudden to the Sunne
Lent light, and yet no light at all did want:
Where els the other had been quite undone
For lacke of brightnes, which with him was scant:
The beautie then the Sunne doth use to show
My Sunne doth give, and from her it doth grow.