Classic Poem

Restore thy tresses to the golden Ore,
Yeeld Citherea's sonne those Arkes of love;
Bequeath the heavens the starrs that I adore,
And to th'Orient doe thy Pearles remove.
Yeeld thy hands' pride unto th'Ivory white,
I' Arabian odors give thy breathing sweet:
Restore thy blush unto Aurora bright,
To Thetis give the honour of thy feete.
Let Venus have thy graces, her resign'd,
And thy sweete voyce give backe unto the Spheares:
But yet restore thy fierce and cruell minde
To Hyrcan Tygers, and to ruthles Beares.
Yeelde to the Marble thy hard hart againe;
So shalt thou cease to plague, and I to paine.