Classic Poem

Pleasure with Profitt is the Pynn whereto
Best Penns direct their best directed ayme;
Which if they splitt, they do as they should do;
And iustly, for it Glories prize they claime
Now from my Will (well-bent as I suppos'd)
(With Shafts of the indeuors of my Witt)
I haue roud at this Point, and them disposed
As the Winde sate abrode, the Pynn to splitt
It I haue shott too much on the left hand,
I (as not weather-wise) the Wind mistooke:
Yet I considred both the Aire, and Land;
But, though my Shafts can neither of them brooke,
I loost them right; though light mine Arrowes were.
Yet some being weightie, I must needs bee neere.