Classic Poem

Deepe lamenting losse of treasure,
  Showed tormentinge without measure;
Wisdome waylinge, honor cryinge.
  Vertue weeping and loue dyinge;
All together doe betoken
  Greater greife then can be spoken

Losse of wealth may be recouered,
  Deadlie perill soone discouered;
Mortall woundes may be endurèd,
  And the deepest may be curèd;
But my hope of helpe is none.
  For both loue and life is gone.

When I lyvèd, then I lovèd,
  But my loue from life remouèd;
And dispaire discomfort givinge,
  What is this but dyinge lyving?
Dying deathe a sorrow suche,
  Neuer creature knewe so muche.

Reasons sence and learninges sweetinge
  Where the muses had theire meetinge
Nature's grace and honors glory,
  Of the worlde the wofull storye;
That with bitter teares be redd
  Sweete S r Phillipp Sydney dead.

Dead? oh no, in heavne be liueth
  Whom the heavnes suche honor giueth;
That thoughe heere his bodie lye
  Yitt his sowle shall neuer dye;
But as fame can perish neuer
  So his faith shall liue for euer.