Classic Poem

Wonder not much, if thus amaz'd I look;
Since I saw you, I have been planet-strook:
A beauty, and so rare, I did descry,
As, should I set her forth, you all, as I,
Would lose your hearts; for he that can
Know her and live, he must be more than man—
An apparition of so sweet a creature,
That, credit me, she had not any feature
That did not speak her angel! But no more
Such heavenly things as these we must adore,
Nor prattle of; lest, when we do but touch,
Or strive to know, we wrong her too too much.