Classic Poem

Deere Envie and Detraction , deere to those
That vnto Vertue are immortall foes ,
Let me, although I hate you, yet entreate
That I , if good ynough, may be your meate ;
You cannot grace me more, then gnaw me still;
For what you spare is too farre spent in ill .
Teare me in peeces with your grizlie fangs ,
You Crowne my Soule with glory by such Pangs .
Hee is a Divell that to die detests
In Hel-hounds' mouthes , to live in Angells Brests.