Classic Poem

If Fauour comes by suff'ring , not by force ,
And wilde-fire quenched bee with milke, or Mire;
If yeelding Woll resist the Bullets course,
And gentle Oile doth quench Lime set on fire:
If that the higher we desire to builde,
The lower wee our ground-worke ought to lay:
If all these Truethes so naturall are held
That their cleare euidence doth question staie:
Then questionlesse you are vnnaturall
(Sow're Sweet ), who though I, at your feet, am thrown
Yea, make my selfe your verie Pedestall ,
Yet you insult the more, and keepe me downe:
If then my lowlinesse your scorne increase
You are Perfections vnkinde Master-peece.