Classic Poem

Caelica , you said, I doe obscurely liue,
Strange to my friends, with strangers in suspect,
(For darkenesse doth suspition euer giue .
Of hate to men or too much selfe-respect)
Fame you doe say, with many wings doth flye ,
Who leaues himselfe, you say, doth liuing dye.

Caelica , 'tis true, I doe in darkenesse goe,
Honour I seeke not, nor hunt after Fame:
I am thought bound, I doe not long to know,
I feele within, what men without me blame:
I scorne the world, the world scornes me, 'tis true;
What can a heart doe more to honour you?

Knowledge and fame in open hearts doe liue,
Honour is pure hearts homage vnto these,
Affection all men vnto Beauty giue,
And by that Law enioyned are to please:
The world in two I haue diuided fit;
My selfe to you, and all the rest to it.