Classic Poem

Goodyere, I am glad, and grateful to report,
Myself a witness of thy few days' sport:
Where I both learned, why wise men hawking follow,
And why that bird was sacred to Apollo.
She doth instruct men by her gallant flight,
That they to knowledge so should tower upright,
And never stoop, but to strike ignorance:
Which if they miss, they yet should readvance
To former height, and there in circle tarry,
Till they be sure to make the fool their quarry.
Now, in whose pleasures I have this discerned,
What would his serious actions me have learned?