Classic Poem

Sonnet. X.

Of an Athenian youngman haue I red,
who on blind Fortunes picture doted so,
that when he could not buy it to his bed,
on it he gazing died for very wo.
My Fortunes picture art thou flintie Dame,
that settest golden apples to my sight,
but wilt by no meanes let mee taste the same:
to drowne in sight of land is double spight.
Of Fortune as thou learn'dst to be vnkind,
so learne to be vnconstant to disdaine:
the wittiest women are to sport inclind,
honor is pride, and pride is naught but paine.
Let others boast of choosing for the best,
Tis substances, not names must make vs blest.