Classic Poem

Caelica, I overnight was finely used,
Lodged in the midst of paradise, your heart:
Kind thoughts had charge I might not be refused,
Of every fruit and flower I had part.
But curious knowledge, blown with busy flame,
The sweetest fruits had down in shadows hidden,
And for it found mine eyes had seen the same,
I from my paradise was straight forbidden.
Where that cur, Rumour, runs in every place,
Barking with Care, begotten out of Fear;
And glassy Honour, tender of Disgrace,
Stands Seraphin to see I come not there;
While that fine soil, which all these joys did yield,
By broken fence is proved a common field.