Classic Poem

Thy soule is full of Matter most divine,
Having a Sea within the heart of thine,
O rather Seas within you doe retaine,
Most plenteously distill you as the raine,
And running forth into delicious rills,
Softly descending from the rocky hils:

So have you Seas but of a strange condition,
Yeelding forth sweet a rosy disposition,
Nor is't in vaine, for Gods word which you show,
Sweetly doth seem learn'd Sir from you to flow,
O sweetly let your rosy seas afford,
Rivers enow still making a fresh ford,
So shew you plainly Gods blest word will be
Evermore still ere a most rosy Sea .