Classic Poem

Cynthia , whose glories are at Full for euer,
Whose beauties draw forth teares, and kindle fires,
Fires, which kindled once are quenched neuer,
So beyond hope your worth beares vp desires.

Why cast you clouds on your sweet looking eyes?
Are you afraid they shew me too much pleasure?
Strong Nature decks the graue wherein it lyes,
Excellence can neuer be exprest in measure.

Are you afraid, because my heart adores you,
The world will thinke I hold Endymion's place?
Hippolytus , sweet Cynthia , kneel'd before you,
Yet did you not come downe to kisse his face.
Angells enioy the heauens inward Quires:
Starre-gazers only multiply desires.

Cynthia, whose glories are at full for ever,
Whose beauties draw forth tears, and kindle fires,
Fires, which kindled once are quenched never,
So beyond hope your worth bears up desires;
Why cast you clouds on your sweet looking eyes?
Are you afraid they show me too much pleasure?
Strong Nature decks the grave wherein it lies;
Excellence can never be expressed in measure.
Are you afraid, because my heart adores you,
The world will think I hold Endymion's place?
Hippolytus, sweet Cynthia, kneel'd before you,
Yet did you not come down to kiss his face.
Angels enjoy the heavens' inward quires;
Stargazers only multiply desires.