Classic Poem

Mine eyes Ember weekes fast

If Papist for their Ember fastinges merrit
Hope to inherrit
A Paradice, dispaire shall not dwell in me
Of enjoying thee
Whom I accompt noe less, whilst mine eyes which were
Fed from thy bright sphear
Now had fasted; graunt them againe a fullness
Of thine true brightness
Thei'le shine more cleer, soe have I delia seen
When as she hath been
Denide awhile her borrowd light grow more faire
Her Brothers haire
More oriant when it had line plaighted under
a clowde of thunder
Day would not be soe welcome did not the night
Shut in all his light.