Classic Poem

Sonet . 6

Fooles cannto know what fancie is
Where wisdome findes true wit:
And who can euer ayme at blisse
That hath no thought of it.

A shallow braine can neuer iudge
The sweet or sower betweene:
For Vulcan was but held a drudge
While Venus was a Queene.

A muddie spirite dwells in drosse
While pure affection's fire,
Enflames the heart that feeles no crosse
To compasse his desire,
And sweetly doth conseale his griefe:
Who rather dies then begges reliefe