Classic Poem

Michael Angelo.

Thousands and thousands loved thine angel charms
Avouching heart in hand an honest flame;
And do the Heavens sleep when, in the arms
Of one sole Ravisher thou sink'st to shame?
Light of our eyes! let fond complaints reclaim
Their loved lost fair, to those who mourn her harms,
And curse their Life, since it survived her Fame.

Florence.

Nay hide kind hearts! your holy grief within,
The spoiler's crime brought him not Joy but Pain,
For guilty Fear poisons enormous Sin:
The happiest Lovers are not those who drain
Passions' unshared excess — but those who win
High Hopes from Misery that bears no stain!