Classic Poem

Tho: Williams of the inner Temple.

Issue of Semele that will imbrace
With fleshly arms the three-wingd wife of thunder:
Let her sad ruine, such proud thoughts abase
And view aloofe, this verse in silent wonder,
If neerer your vnhallowed eyes wil pierse,
Then (with the Satyre) kisse this sacred fire,
To scorch your lips, that dearely taught thereby
Your onely soules fit obiects may aspire,
But you high spirrits in thys cloud of gold
Inioy (like Joue ) this bright Saturnian Muse,
Your eyes can well the dazeling beames behold
This Pythian lightner freshly doth effuse
To dant the basenes of that bastard traine
Whose twise borne iudgments, formeles still remaine.