Classic Poem

Who trusts for trust, or hopes of loue for loue,
Or who belou'd in Cupids lawes doth glory;
Who ioyes in vowes, or vowes not to remoue,
Who by this light God, hath not beene made sory;
Let him see me eclipsed from my Sunne,
With shadowes of an Earth quite ouer runne.

Who thinks that sorrowes felt, desires hidden,
Or humble faith with constant honour armed,
Can keep loue from the fruit that is forbidden,
(Change I doe meane by no faith to be charmed,)
Looking on me, let him know, loues delights
Are treasures hid in caues, but kept with sprites.