Classic Poem

If those translucent Lampes, thine heau'nly eyes,
Shall stretche their beames of comfort to my passion,
I still will gaze on thy Cheekes (Beauties Skyes)
With, eyes of Wonder, Loue and Adoration!
For, if the Gods their Heau'ns haue made in Starrs,
Thine Eyes, bright Starres, containe right Deities;
Who are the Presidents of Peace, or warrs
And either cause, as either fall or rise
Then may I (with no Godlesse Nations) take
Those Starrs for Deities, and them adore,
They hauing pow'r or Peace or Warre to make,
To make my peace, sith warr hath made me poore:
For, loues hott wares Lifes Store haue wasted quite,
Then grace the Foile, thus soild to grace the might.