Classic Poem

Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skies
Showed like to cream inspired with strawberries;
But on a sudden all was changed and gone
That smiled in that first-sweet complexion.
Then thunder-claps and lightning did conspire
To tear the world, or set it all on fire.
What trust to things below, whenas we see,
As men, the heavens have their hypocrisy?