Classic Poem

Muse not that by thy mind thy body is led:
For by thy mind, my mind's distempered.
So thy care lives long, for I bearing part
It eats not only thine, by my swoll'n heart.
And when it gives us intermission
We take new hearts for it to feed upon.
But as a lay man's genius doth control
Body and mind; the Muse being the soul's soul
Of poets, that methinks should ease our anguish,
Although our bodies wither and minds languish.
Write then, that my griefs which thine got may be
Cured by thy charming sovereign melody.