Classic Poem

Looke not to longe vpon thes lookes that blindes the ouerlooker sore,
And if you speake, speake not to muche lest speaking once thou speak no more;
Thinke not, but what it is to thinke to reach beyond the reach of thought
And if yow doe do what you can when yow haue done yow can do nought;
But if yow see against yo r will looke but awaie and be not slaine
And if a word goe vnawares, with care it may be calde againe;
And for a thought it is no hurte except it growe vnto a thinge
But end that hath bene done is onlie conquest for a kinge;
But since in the, O sillie wretch both sight and speche and thought, and deede,
By reason of a wronge conceyte do but thine owne confusion breede;
Shutt vp thine eies, seale vp thie tongue locke vp thy thoughtes, lay down thy head,
And let thy mistres see by this how loue hath stroke her servant dead;
And that but in her heavnlie eye her word her thought and only will
Doth rest the deede to kill the quite or ells [to salve and] cure this ill.