Classic Poem

All my witte hath will enwrapped
All my sence desire entrapped,
All my faith to fancy fixed,
All my joye to loue annexed
All my loue I offer thee.
Once for all yett looke one me.

Let me see that heavnely feature
Oh heavnes, what a heavnelle creature!
All the powres of heavne preserue thee.
All the powres on earthe do serue thee.
Princesse' will [and] goddesse' place
Blessed be that Angells face.

Looke oh Angell, looke vpon me
See howe I am woe begone me!
Of hoth witt and sence depriued
But of thee to be revived;
Thow that art the shepperdes story
In thy pittie shewe thy eye;
I can saie no more but this
In thie loue my livinge is.