Classic Poem

In vastie Sea, faine would my slender Muse
Wade in thy praise, to praise thy beautie right:
But (Ladie) I for pardon crave excuse,
To breake such waves too brittle is her might:
Meane time with lowly Verse, in humble show,
Along the shallow shoare Ile wading goe.
The time may come (perhaps) ere it be long,
That this my quill more bold may write thy praise,
And venter for to sayle in th'Ocean strong,
Though now on graveld shore it fearfull staies.
And where as now to dip his foote he feares,
He then shall dive himselfe ore head and eares.
Fano.