Classic Poem

Thou that art made of better temperd clay,
Then Titan ere made any; who dost pay
Thy youth to time, with greater interest
Of vertue, then of yeares, and promisest.
More goods, then are of faire Pandora fain'd;
And hopes more beaut'ous then her boxe contain'd.
Bee thou like Phoebus , or his bayes, and find
The blind God, and blind Goddesse ever kind.
Be such that I to take may ever long,
So faire a Theme as Holland for my Song.