Classic Poem

Now we have present made
To Cynthia, phæbe flora.
Diana, and Aurora.
Bewty that cannot vade.

A flowre of loves own planting
A patern keipt by nature
for bewty, forme, and stature
when shee would frame a darlinge

She as the valley of perue
whose summer ever lastethe
tyme conquringe all she mastreth
by beinge allwaye new.

As elementall fier / /
Whose food and flame consumes not
or as the passion ends not
of vertues trew desire

So her celestiall frame
and quintesentiall minde
which heavens t ether bynde
shall ever be the same.

Then to her sarvents leve her
Love, nature, and perfection
princes of worlds affection
or prayses butt deceve her.

If love could find a quill
drawn from an angells winge
or did the muses singe
that prety wantons will,

perchance he could indyte
to pleas all other sence
butt loves and woes expens
Sorrow cann only write