Classic Poem

Vaile thou thine eyes a while my Deare,
and muffle vp those twins of light,
Suns which euery day appeare
surfeit the eye and dimne the sight
preserve those fyers
till vennom'd age shall me benight
of my desires
sights seene aloofe more strictly tye the sence
to due observance of their Excellence,
The Lilly or the blushing rose
wrappt in a mantle of pure lawne
more gently strokes the sight of those
whose eyes by that Eclipse are drawne,
then should they lye
tendring themselv's a naked pawne
to every eye
Beauty still gaz'd on dyes, but somtimes hid
doth strike amazement & cheape eyes forbid