Classic Poem

FIE ON PRIDE.

The hidden Pride that lurkes in Beauties eyes
And overlookes the humble hearts of Loue
Doth nothing else but vaine effectes deuise,
That may discretion from the minde remoue.

Oh, how it workes in wit for idle wordes
To buy repentance but with labour lost;
While Sorrowes fortune nothing else affordes,
But showres of raine vpon a bitter frost:

A wicked shadowe that deceiues the sight,
And breedes an itch that ouerrunnes the hart:
Which, leauing Reason in a pitious plight;
Consumes the spirit with a curelesse smart:

While wounded Patience in her passion cries
Fie vpon Pride, that lurkes in Beauties eyes.