Classic Poem

Sonet . 8

P O ets die all: in loue's triall
Truth hath found yee,
Wonders feeding, on exceeding
Doth confound yee.
Weake wittes perish, what can cherrish
Heart sicke fancy?
Wisdome seeing, in loue's being
Reason's franzye
All Intentions, and inuentions
Of witte's wonder:
See the creature, in worthe's nature
Keepe yee vnder
To the Phaenix , beautie's Radix
Would compare her.
Leaue your writing, no enditing
And declare her.
Muses silence, to loue's essence
Doth resigne her,
Loue not daring in comparing
To define her.