Classic Poem

Splendour! O more than mortal,
For other forms come short all
Of her illustrate brightness,
As far as sin's from lightness.

Her wit as quick, and sprightful
As fire; and more delightful
Than the stol'n sports of lovers,
When night their meeting covers.

Judgement (adorned with learning)
Doth shine in her discerning,
Clear as a naked vestal
Closed in an orb of crystal.

Her breath for sweet exceeding
The phoenix place of breeding,
But mixed with sound, transcending
All nature of commending.

Alas: then whither wade I,
In thought to praise this lady;
When seeking her renowning,
Myself am so near drowning?

Retire, and say; her graces
Are deeper than their faces:
Yet she's nor nice to show them,
Nor takes she pride to know them.