Classic Poem

AS Phaebus drawing to his Western seat,
His shining face bedew'd with beamie sweat,
His flaming eies at last grown bloud-shot red
By atoms sprung from his hot horses speed,
Dives to that sea-green bosom of his Loves,
And in her lap his fainting light improves:
So, Thyrsis, when, at th' unresisted flame
Of thy fair Mistrisse' eye, thine dull became,
In soveraigne sack thou did'st an eye-salve seek,
And stol'st a blest dew from her rosie cheek:
When straight thy liddes a chearfull vigour wore
More quick, and penetrating than before.
I saw the sprightly grape in glory rise,
And with her day thy drooping Night surprize.
So that, where now a giddie darknes dwells,
Brightnes now breaks through liquid spectacles.

Had Adam known this cure in Paradise,
Hee'd scap'd the Tree, and drunk to clear his eies.