Classic Poem

VII.
Reprove not love, though fondly thou hast lost
Greater hopes by loving:
Love calms ambicious spirits, from their brests
Danger oft removing:
Let lofty humors mount up on high,
Down againe like to the wind,
While privat thoughts, vow'd to love,
More peace and pleasure find.

Love and sweete beautie makes the stubborne milde,
And the coward fearelesse,
The wretched misers care to bountie turnes,
Cheering all thinges cheerelesse;
Love chaines the earth and heaven,
Turnes the Spheares, guides the yeares in endles peace;
The flourie earth through his power
Receiv's her due encrease.