Classic Poem

Osweet Diana, virtuous queen,
That dost affect the meadows green!
By heaven's edict the guide of night,
And dost in fresh leaved woods delight!
Like to the nymphs, so suffer me
To consecrate myself to thee.

Thou that for lust didst transform
Actæon to a hart, so charm
With virtuous spells each virgin's heart
That men may never them divert
From purity; or else pray make
Them other hearts for virgins' sake.