Classic Poem

He much more valiaunt is,
whose steps are flow to sinne:
Then who so seekes vnlawfull meanes,
his Ladies loue to winne.
And greater prayse deserues,
his will that can subdue:
Than thou which boldly brags, to gaine
the thing thou well mayst rue.
A pleasure short thou seekst,
procuring lasting paine:
A poyson sweete thou dost imbrace,
that sundry wightes haue slaine.
A dore that lets in Death,
a scourge that whips the soule:
A vice that Vertue ouerthrowes,
who doth it not controule.
A flame of burning fyre,
that reaues all reasons rules:
A gulfe of foule desire,
that oft makes wise men fooles.