Classic Poem

Leave, leave, thy gadding thoughts
Who Pores
and spies
Still out of Doores
descries
Within them nought.

The skinne, and shell of things
Though faire,
are not
Thy wish, nor pray'r
but got
By meer Despair
of wings.
To rack old Elements,
or Dust
and say
Sure here he must
needs stay
Is not the way,
nor just.
Search well another world; who studies this,
Travels in Clouds, seeks Manna, where none is.