Classic Poem

Since so mine eyes are subiect to your sight,
That in your sight they fixed haue my braine;
Since so my heart is filled with that light,
That only light doth all my life maintaine;
Since in sweet you all goods so richly raigne,
That where you are, no wished good can want;
Since so your liuing image liues in me,
That in my selfe your selfe true loue doth plant:
How can you him vnworthie then decree,
In whose chiefe part your worths implanted be?