Classic Poem

As yet three lusters were not quite expir'd,
Since I had bene a partner of the light,
When I beheld a face, a face more bright
Then glistring Phaebus when the fields are fir'd:
Long time amaz'd rare beautie I admir'd,
The beames reflecting on my captiu'd sight,
Till that surpriz'd (I wot not by what flight)
More then I could conceiue my soule desir'd,
My taker's state I long'd for to comprise.
For still I doubted who had made the rape,
If 't was a bodie or an airie shape,
With fain'd perfections for to mocke the eyes:
At last I knew 't was a most diuine creature,
The crowne of th' Earth, th' excellencie of Nature.