Classic Poem

All my sences stand amazed,
While mine eies to longe haue gazed
On a faire and heavnlie creature
Half an angell for her feature;
Little Cupids onely darlinge,
All to good for suche a warlinge:
What although a god he bee
Loue is blind and cannot see.

Blind! alas it is no wounder,
Beawtie breakes the sight asunder;
Neuer hart that once dyd eye her
But was fearfull to come nye her;
Only Loue a heavnly powre,
Thought to trie a happie howre;
Lookt so longe and starde so sore
That at laste he sawe no more.

But is beawtie so vnkind then
With her shining beames to blind men?
Are their eyesightes all depriued
That haue Beawties eies arrived?
If it be so, god preserve her,
Loue himselfe is gladd to serue her!
And lett simple men beware
Howe they doe on beawtye stare.

I of late but as it chaunced
Stoode but wheras beawtie glaunced;
As mine eles aside I turned,
Oh with what a flame they burned!
Lett not loue therfore be blamed
That with beawtie is enflamed;
Looke who list [and] loue who dare
Blinde that doe on beawtie stare.