Classic Poem

T H us to the world, and to the spacious eares
Of fame, I blazon my unboasted teares:
Thus to thy sacred dust, thy Vrne thy Herse
I consecrate my sighes, my teares, my Verse;
Thus to thy soule thy name, thy just desert
I offer up my joy, my love, my heart:
That earth may know, and every eare that heares
True worth and griefe were parents to my teares:
That earth may know thy dust, thy Vrne, thy Herse,
Brought forth and bred my sighes, my teares, my Verse;
And that thy soule thy name, thy just desert,
Invites incites my joy, my love, my heart.