Classic Poem

Some can flatter, some can faine;
Simple trueth shall pleade for mee.
Let not beautie trueth disdaine:
Trueth is even as faire as shee.

But, since Paires must equall prove,
Let my strength her youth oppose:
Love her beautie, faith her love;
On ev'n terms so may we close.

Corke or Leade in equall waight
Both one just proportion yeeld;
So may breadth be pays'd with height,
Steepest mount with plainest field.

Vertues have not all one kind,
Yet all vertues merits bee:
Divers vertues are combind,
Diff'ring so Deserts agree.

Let then love and beautie meete,
Making one divine concent,
Constant as the sounds, and sweete,
That enchant the firmament.