Classic Poem

I will not soare aloft the skye
With Icarus so farr fr├Á ground
Least that y e
and fallinge downe w th him be dround
The middle Region will I keepe
when others wake secure to sleepe.

And as high flights ile not attempt
So neither will I fly so lowe
to be a marke for base contempt
to shoote and hitt me with his Bowe.
If it he striue to shoote so hie
his Bowe about his eares shall flie.
Lowe shrubbs the silly beastes do cropp:
high trees great tempests do the crack
tree w th topp
is free from beastes & tempests wrack
Neither base nor treble will I singe
the Meane is still the sweetest stringe.