Classic Poem

In this marble buri'd lyes
Beauty may inrich the skyes
And add light to Phaebus' eyes.

Sweeter than Aurora's aire,
When she paints the lillies faire,
And gilds cowslips with her haire.

Chaster than the virgin Spring,
Ere her blossomes she doth bring,
Or cause Philomel to sing.

If such goodnesse live 'mongst men
Bring me it! I shall know then
She is come from heaven agen.

But if not, ye standers by,
Cherish me, and say that I
Am the next designed to dye.