Classic Poem

I cannot say but Beauty is a Guift:
But to fewe giuen that haue other grace:
For, it the minde aboue it selfe doth lift
Although the Minde and Body bee but base
Beauty is bright, then, then tis light lightly,
And if too bright, too light, too oft, it is:
Yet tis the Signe where Grace doth vse to lie,
But if thrust out, the Inne is most amisse.
And most amisse, to misse what most adornes
And hath but meerely stained-painted Walls:
Which Vice doth honour much, but Vertue scornes:
Sith It, to Vice, from grace , and Vertue falls:
Then Beauty if thou bee not Graces Inne,
Grace , suing to thee, sueth but to Sinne