Classic Poem

When, with my Minds right Eye, I do behold
(From nought, made nothing lesse) great Tamburlaine
(Like Phaeton ) drawne, encoacht in burnisht Gold
Raigning his drawers, who of late did Raigne:
I deem me blessed in the Womb to be
Borne as I am, among indiffrent Things.
No King, nor Slane, but of the meane degree
Where I see Kings made Slaues, and Slaues made Kings.
When, if my Meannesse but one Thought conceaue
That minds but mounting, this Thought keeps it downe:
And so I liue, in Case, to take or giue,
For Loue, or Meed, no Scepter but a Crowne:
Yet Flowres of Crownes, for Poesies expence,
Poets might take, and giue no recompence.