Classic Poem

Prometheus, when first from heauen hie
He brought downe fire, ere then on earth not seene,
Fond of Delight, a Satyre, standing by,
Gaue it a kisse, as it like sweete had beene;
Feeling forthwith the other burning power,
Wood with the smart, with showts and shryking shrill,
He sought his ease in riuer, field, and bower;
But, for the time, his griefe went with him still
So, silly I, with that vnwonted sight,
In humane shape an angell from aboue,
Feeding mine eyes, the impression there did light,
That, since, I runne and rest as pleaseth loue:
The difference is, the satyre's lippes, my hart;
He for a while, I euermore haue smart.