Classic Poem

Why doe these orient drops distill
from those Imperious eyes, what still?
What canst thou finde in me, my choice,
but that may cause thee to reioyce?
Heauen and Earth shall both agree
to worke thee all felicitie;
Joue shall send showers, whose euery dropp
congealed to Amber in thy lapp
shall precious bee, only in this
because so like thy teares it is:
The fire shall turne its heate to light
for fairer prospect of thy sight,
but that the glances of thine eyes
would vanquish both its properties;
The greedy windes shall each one seeke
gently to kisse thy Rosy Cheeke;
With perfumed blasts, and here's their strife
whose breath shall hold the longest life;
but when those windes haue spent their store
thy sweetest selfe shall yeeld them more.
A prodigie, that silly Earth
should yeeld supply to heauens dearth;
the nimble ayre shall with the spheares
by subtle motions fill thine eares
with various harmonies; the Sunne
shall cease his dayly course to runne,
and standing still should be amazed,
to see his radiant beames out-blazed,
supposing Daphne from her tree
re-metamorphosed into thee;
The chirping birds in early quires
shall flocke to feede thy chaste desires,
with sugred tones; their widened bills
shall be a symptome of their wills;
each one shall straine their narrow throates
till with their melodious notes
th' haue lulld thy fancy fast asleepe,
then shall they singe noe more, but weepe
in mournefull Elegies, to see
thy eares deafe to their harmony;
But yet at last they should reioyce
to see thee slumber by their voice.