Classic Poem

Avrora, now thou shewest thy blushing light,
Which oft to hope layes out a guilefull baite,
That trusts in time to finde the way aright
To ease those paines which on desire doe waite;
Blush on, for shame that still with thee doe light
On pensiue soules, in steed of restfull baite,
Care vpon care; in steed of doing right,
To ouer-pressed breasts more grieuous waight:
As, oh my selfe, whose woes are neuer light,
Tide to the stake of doubt, strange passions baite;
While thy knowne course, obseruing Nature's right,
Stirres me to thinke what dangers lie in waite:
For mischiefes great, day after day doth show,
Make me still feare thy faire-appearing show.