Classic Poem

To draw such Lines as will not hold the straine
(If they be stretcht vpon the Rack of Wit)
Is labour no lesse vilifide, then vaine:
And,—for Times grac'd by finding fault,—vnfit.
But, such to twist vpon the Wheele of Thought,
As may hold stretching though all Racks them straine
Do grace their Worker, sith they are well wrought
And drawne of matter that drawes out the Braine
Such lines will reach, if to the vtmost streind,
Aboue Delight, short of Saciety:
And are so strong that Enuy is constraynd
To say thei I hould beyond hir pow'r to trie:
For, when the Sunne doth in our Zenith light
He makes no Shade, his Beames descend so right.