Classic Poem

Drawne with th'attractive vertue of her eyes,
My toucht hart turnes it to that happie cost,
My joyfull North, where all my fortune lyes,
The levell of my hopes desired most;
There, where my Delia , fairer than the Sunne,
Deckt with her youth whereon the world doth smile,
Joyes in that honour which her eyes have wonne,
Th'eternall wonder of our happy Ile.
Florish, faire, Albion , glorie of the North,
Neptune's best darling held betweene his armes,
Devided from the world as better worth,
Kept for himselfe, defended from all harmes
Still let disarmed peace decke her and thee;
And Muse-foe Mars abroade farre fostred bee.