Classic Poem

Goe forlorne Vertue , into Eden goe;
and, with Leaues , hide thine outward nakednes:
Though tis their shame, not thine, that made thee so;
there make Worke for the Presse , far from the Presse.

Tell Times to come, how much these Times neglect Thee,
in Liues as far from death , as free from dread :
And make their Ofsprings blush that doe reiect Thee ,
yea, liue in shame when their Shames Cause is dead.

With open Hand to All , thy Largesse throw;
though All are too straite-handed, vnto Thee;
Make them , them selues, and thee , aright, to know;
that in thy shining Lines they, both, may see:
But, if they will be blinde , and both still wrong
Eden still keepe, and sing a Sion Song.