Classic Poem

To the Richest T REASURY
That e're fill'd Ambitious Eye;
'To the faire bright M AGAZIN
Hath impoverisht Loves Queen;
'To th' EXCHEQUER of all Honour,
(All take Pensions but from her)
'To the Taper of the Thore
Which the God himselfe but bore;
'To the S EA of Chast Delight
Let me cast the D ROP I write.
 And as at L ORETTO 's shrine
C ÆSAR shovels in his Mine,
Th' Empres spreads her Carkanets,
The Lords submit their Coronets,
Knights their Chased Armes hang by,
Maids Diamond-Ruby Fancies tye;
Whilst from the P ILGRIM she wears
One poore false Pearl, but ten true tears:
 So among the Orient Prize,
(Saphyr-Onyx Eulogies)
Offer'd up unto your Fame:
Take my G ARNET -D UBLET Name,
And vouchsafe 'midst those Rich Joyes
(With Devotion) these TOYES.
RICHARD LOVELACE .