Classic Poem

Thy nere too much priz'd Person (deerest Deer )
The, past most pretious, sacred Temple is,
Wherein pure Chastity, and Beauty cleere,
Espoused are to Loue, and Louers blisse:
Thy mildnesse make Pride poore and Meeknesse ritch:
Thy looks raise Hope, yet staidly keep it downe
Within the compasse of a modest pitch:
Where thy highest grace , with grace, is showne
Thou art a Pearle which nothing can relent
But Viniger made of Deuotions Teares:
If it be counterfet, or euill bent,
For it thou hast, nor Hart, nor Eyes, nor Eares:
But, Hart, and Eyes, and Eares thou hast for myne,
Whose Hart, and Eyes and Eares, are ruld by Thine.