Classic Poem

Fairest, and still truest eyes
Can you the lights bee, and the spies
Of my desires?
Can you shine cleere for loves delight,
And yett the breeders bee of spite,
And jealous fires?

Mark what lookes doe you beehold,
Such as by jealousie are told
They want your love:
See how they sparcle in distrust
Which by a heat of thoughts unjust
In them doe move;

Learne to guide your course by art
Chang your eyes into your hart,
And patient bee
Till fruitles jealousie gives leave
By safest absence to receave
What you would see;

Then lett Love his triumph have,
And suspition such a grave
As nott to move,
While wished freedome brings that bliss
That you injoy what all joy is
Happy to love.