Classic Poem

Tell mee all yee shepheards swaines,
On Mineruas Mountaine plaines:
Yee that onely sit and keepe
Flockes (but of the fairest sheepe)
Did you see this blessed day,
Faire Aglaia walke this way?
If yee did oh tell me then,
If yee bee true meaning men:
How shee fareth with her health,
All the world of all your wealth:
Say a truth, and say no more:
Did yee euer see before
Such a shepherdesse as shee?
Can there such another bee?
Euer did your eies beholde,
Pearles, or pretious stones in golde
Or the Starres in Phaebus skies,
Sparkle like her sunny eyes?
Doe but truth, and truth confesse:
Is she not that shepheardesse
That in state of beauties stay
Caries all the praise away?
Tell me truly, shepehard, tell,
On your plaines did euer dwell
Such a peereles paragon,
For pure eyes to looke vpon?
Oh the chaste commaunding kindnes,
That disswades affection's blindenes!
Settes it not your hearts on fire?
Yet forbiddes yee to aspire.
Doth it not coniure your sences,
That yee fall not in offences?
Hath shee not that wit diuine,
That doth all your wittes refine.
And doth limite loue his measure
That he purchase no displeasure
Hath shee not your spirits wrought.
In obedience to her thought,
Where your hearts vnto her eye,
In a kinde of Simpathie,
Frame the best conceited fashion
Of a blessed fancie's passion
Which may neuer passe that ace,
That may keepe you in her grace?
O yee truest harted creatures!
In the truest kindest natures
Who, when all your thought assemble
Neuer doe in one dissemble:
In loue's beauties honour's face
Let Aglaia be your grace.