Classic Poem

O Poetry

O Paradise of Wit I Heauen of conceit!
Ambrosian sweet that most the Muse doth cheare
Celestiall Poetry , high Thoughts RECETI:
How art thou fall'n from Fauors highest Spheare
That wast the Loadstone to each Hiart and Eare?
If Satyres drew thee downe from Fauors height
To light vpon the leawd, the World to feare;
Content thee with thy fall, sith 'tis deceit
To winke at clearest faults, with Eyes as cleare;
Then scorne their frownes whome iustly Thou dost smite,
And though their Backes be galld yet make them beare,
How ere the Iades the while may wince or reare:
For shouldst Thou sooth up sinne, Thou sure shouldst fall
From good mens fauors , Angels, God's and all .