Classic Poem

Sonnet. X.

Prometheus , for stealing liuing fire
from heauens King, was iudg'd eternall death,
in selfe same flame with vnrelenting ire,
bound fast to Caucasus lowe foote beneath.
So I, for stealing liuing beauties fire
into my verse, that it may alwaies liue,
and change his formes to shapes of thy desire,
thou beauties Queene, selfe sentence like dost giue.
Bound to thy feete, in chaines of loue I lie,
for to thine eyes I neuer dare aspire,
and in thy beauties brightnes doe I fry,
as poore Prometheus in the scalding fire.
Which teares maintaine, as oyle the Lampe reuiues,
Onely my succour in thy fauour lyes.