Classic Poem

Vayne gallantes, whose much longing spirites tickle,
Whose braynes swell with abundance of much witte,
And would be touch't fayne with an amourous fitte,
O lend your eyes, and bend your fancies fickle,
You, whom affections dart did neuer prickle,
You which hold louers fooles, and argue it:
Gase on my sunne, and if teares do not trickle
From your much maisterd eyes where fancies sitte,
Then, eagles will I terme you for your eyes,
But Beares, or Tygres for your saluage hartes:
But if it chance such fountaines should arise,
And you made like partakers of my smartes,
Her for her percing eyes, an eagle name:
But for her hart, a Tygre neuer tame.