Classic Poem

Then, if we show (what vnshown haue we would)
To any other, we bewray thereby
We ween thell keep that closer then we could:
So, shew our Secrets for more secresie.
But do the Geese, that into Cicily
Ouer the mountain Taurus fly by night,
Gag them with Stones, for Gaggling as they fly,
Lest Eagles breeding there should stop their flight?
And shall men haue lesse Wit then witlesse Geese
To make that known that Wit wold close conceal,
And put no Gag into their glib Mouth peece,
But (like Tame Guls) by gagling it reueale?
Then, if my Tongue were of this twatling kinde,
It should more tast my meat, then feel my mind