Classic Poem

Why should I any love O queene but thee?
if favour past a thankfull love should breede?
thy wombe dyd beare, thy brest my saviour feede;
and thow dyddest never cease to succour me.
If Love doe followe worth and dignitye?
thou all in [thy] perfections doest exceede:
if Love be ledd by hope of future meede?
what pleasure more then thee in heaven to see?
An earthlye syght doth onely please the eye,
and breedes desyre, but doth not satisfye:
thy sight, gyves vs possession of all ioye,
And with such full delyghtes ech sense shal fyll,
as harte shall wyshe but for to see thee styll,
and ever seyng, ever shall inioye.