Classic Poem

I thinke that Cipris in a high disdaine,
Barr'd by the barb'rous Turkes that conquer'd seate,
To re-erect the ruins of her state,
Comes ore their bounds t' establish beautie's raigne;
And whilst her greatnesse doth begin to rise,
As sdaining temples built of baser frame,
She in those rosie snowes t' enstall her name,
Rears stately altars in thy starrie eyes,
Before whose sacred shrine diuinely faire,
Brests, boyling still with generous desires,
Fall sacrific'd with memorable fires;
The incense of whose sighes endeers the aire,
In which thy fame vnparagon'd doth flee,
Whilst thou by beautie, beautie liues by thee.