Classic Poem

When Idmon saw the eyne
Of Anthea his loue,
Who yet, said he, such blazing starres hath seene,
Saue in the heauens above?
Shee thus to heare her praise
Blusht, and more faire became.
For nought, said he, thy cheekes that morne do raise,
For my hart can not burne with greater flame.