Classic Poem

Stella , the onely Planet of my light,
Light of my life, and life of my desire,
Chiefe good, whereto my hope doth only aspire,
World of my wealth, and heav'n of my delight.
Why doest thou spend the treasures of thy sprite,
With voice more fit to wed Amphions lyre,
Seeking to quench in me the noble fire,
Fed by thy worth, and blinded by thy sight?
And all in vaine, for while thy breath most sweet,
With choisest words, thy words with reasons rare,
Thy reasons firmly set on Vertues feet ,
Labour to kill in me this killing care:
O thinke I then, what paradise of joy
It is, so faire a Vertue to enjoy.