Classic Poem

Whilst with audacious wings
I sprang those airie wayes,
And fill'd, a monster new, with dread and feares,
The feathred people, and their eagle kings;
Dazel'd with Phœbus' rayes,
And charmed with the musicke of the spheares,
When pennes could moue no more, and force did faile,
I measur'd by a fall these loftie bounds:
Yet doth renowne my losses counteruaile,
For still the shore my braue attempt resounds,
A sea, an element doth beare my name;
Who hath so vaste a tombe in place or fame?