Classic Poem

There mournful cypress grew in greatest store,
And trees of bitter gall, and heben sad,
Dread sleeping poppy, and black hellebore,
Cold coloquintida, and tetra mad,
Mortal samnitis, and cicuta bad,
With which th'unjust Athenians made to die
Wise Socrates, who thereof quaffing glad,
Pour'd out his life and last philosophy
To the fair Critias, his dearest belamy.
The Garden of Proserpina this hight;
And in the midst thereof a silver seat,
With a thick arbour goodly overdight,
In which she often us'd from open heat
Her self to shroud, and pleasures to entreat . . .