Classic Poem

My adventure, or a new discovery under the Bear Of an Evil thing which erected my Pole Artick.

Fill me an Astrolabe with radiant sack
Then may I drink a health to Tickhobrack
And soe contract each motion of a starr
Till I become a rare Astronomer
Nor yet in Cygnas brest alone descry
Some new-born Orbe, but a whol Galexy
Of brighter flames to pave my fancies way
Until it turn a midnight to noon day
Castor and Pollox both at once appeer
To be my navigations fartherer
And Argo lends a bark to waft me ore
As it did Jason to the goulden shore
The bank-side of delight, the Climat wher
For Pole starr of direction's fixt the Bear
Yet soe bedimmd with Aspects of more light
That seemd: I lost my self and found 'twas night
But such a one as when the fates conspire
To represent Solemnety in fier
Of sparkling Diamonds might serve to show
A richer starry Firmament below
Yet was that darkned too: as I surmise
(For I'le tell truth) I should see nought for eyes:
Like as near peept out of Tyndarian race
Shot from the features of a hevenly face
Such killing gleams, I had been quite undon
As are the Lesser Plannetts by the Sun
Had not the subtil thinner Cloud of lawne
Obeyd my humble wish and strait withdrawne
Wherby I did a milky path discover
Leads to that place for which the Gods might love her
Thus shipwrackt at the bridg my thoughts (strook dead
With what they wisht t'enjoy) sent me to bed.