Classic Poem

While as th' undanted squadrons of my mind,
On mountaines of deserts rear'd high desires,
And my proud heart, that euermore aspires,
To scale the heauen of beautie had design'd:
Th' faire-fac'd goddesse of that stately frame
Look'd on my haughtie thoughts with scorne a space;
Then thundred all that proud gigantike race,
And from her lightning lights throw'd many a flame,
Then quite for to confound my loftie cares,
Euen at th' first encounter as it chanc'd,
Th' ore-daring heart that to th' assault aduanc'd,
Was coured with a weight of huge despaires,
Beneath the which the wretch doth still remaine,
Casting forth flames of furie and disdaine.