Classic Poem

Set me where Phoebus' heat the flowers slayeth,
Or where continual snow withstands his forces;
Set me where he his temperate rays displayeth,
Or where he comes, or where he never courses.
Set me in Fortune's grace, or else discharged,
In sweet and pleasant air, or dark and glooming,
Where days and nights are lesser, or enlarged,
In years of strength, in failing age, or blooming.
Set me in heaven, or earth, or in the centre,
Low in a vale, or on a mountain placed;
Set me to danger, peril, and adventure,
Graced by fame, or infamy disgraced.
Set me to these, or any other trial,
Except my Mistress' anger and denial.