Classic Poem

The heav'n at once hath but one eye,
The Sun or Moon you with both vie,
Thus alley to Divinity.

Night and darknesse make one day;
Chance that takes one, takes none away:
Thus Love and you at bo-peep play.

Don Cupid would an Archer be;
But wanting eyes took one of thee;
There needs but one to Archerie.

He for thy service keeps thy eye;
Can she want love, doth love supply?
Whom you hate, with his shaft must die.

All they who lovers are, are blind,
Like will to like; you'l servants find,
All lovers yours, choose to your mind.
She needs must aim well who keeps one eye blind.