Classic Poem

Stella , whence doth this new assault arise,
A conquered, yelden, ransacked heart to win?
Whereto long since, through my long battered eyes,
Whole armies of thy beauties entered in;
And there long since, Love thy lieutenant lies,
My forces razed, thy banners raised within:
Of conquest, do not these effects suffice,
But wilt new war upon thine own begin?
With so sweet voice, and by sweet nature so,
In sweetest strength, so sweetly skilled withal,
In all sweet stratagems sweet art can show,
That not my soul, which at thy foot did fall,
Long since forced by thy beams, but stone nor tree
By sense's privilege, can 'scape from thee.