Classic Poem

I.

Tell me, ye subtill Judges in Loves Treasury,
Inform me which hath most inricht mine eye,
This Diamonds greatnes, or its Clarity?

II.

Ye cloudy spark-lights, whose vast multitude
Of Fires, are harder to be found then view'd;
Waite on this Star in her first Magnitude .

III.

Calmely or Roughly! Ah she shines too much!
That now I lye, (her influence is such)
Crusht with too strong a hand, or soft a touch.

IV.

Lovers beware! a certaine, double harme
Waits your proud hopes, her lookes al killing charm
Guarded by her as true Victorious Arme.

V.

Thus with her Eyes brave T AMYRIS spake dread,
Which when the Kings dull Breast not entered,
Finding she could not looke, she strook him dead.