Classic Poem

Rivers of gorie blood into the Sea,
In sted of Waters shall most swiftlie runne;
The hugie Ocean drie as land shall be,
And darke as pitch shall shew the glistering Sunne:
 LOVE shall of Love, and kindenes be deprivde,
 And vastie world (sauns people) shall abide.

The Night shall lightsome be as Day most plaine,
The Heavens with their coloured cloudes shall fall,
Fore LOVE in me, a new IDEA frame,
Or my firme Heart, from ALBA alter shall;
 Ah fore I change, let horror stop my breth,
 Unworthie Her, unworthie of this earth.

As heretofore, so still I will her love,
Nere shall my constant Heart lie languishing,
In hope another Beautie for to prove,
Which flitting fancie to mine eyes might bring:
 My faith Acanthus like shall flourish greene;
 Which th'older tis, the fresher still is seene.

I am no glasse, but perfect Diamound,
My constant minde holdes still where first it tooke,
Though not my selfe, my soule's in English ground,
ITALIANS lookes, but not there LOVES I brooke.
 That Globelike World is round, and hath no end,
 Such is my Faith to her, my Fairest frend.