Classic Poem

Vnconstant thoughts where light desires do moue,
With euery obiect which sense to them showes,
Still ebbing from themselues to Seas of Loue,
Like ill led Kings that conquer but to lose,
With blood and paine these dearely purchase shame,
Time blotting all things out, but euill name.

The double heart that loueth it selfe best,
Yet can make selfe-loue beare the name of friend,
Whose kindnesse onely in his wit doth rest,
And can be all but truth, to haue his end,
Must one desire in many figures cast;
Dissemblings then are knowne when they are past.

The heart of man mis-seeking for the best,
Oft doubly or vnconstantly must blot,
Betweene these two the misconceipt doth rest,
Whether it euer were that lasteth not,
Vnconstancy and doublenesse depart,
When man bends his desires to mend his heart.