Classic Poem

Sweete Queene: although thy beuty rayse vpp mee
from syght of baser beutyes here belowe:
Yett lett me not rest there: but higher goe
to hym, who tooke hys shape from God & thee.
And if thy forme in hym more fayre I see,
what pleasure from his diety shall flowe,
by whose fayre beames his beuty shineth so
when I shall yt beholde aeternally.
Then shall my love of pleasure have his fyll,
when beuty self in whom all pleasure ys,
shall my enamored sowle embrace & kysse:
And shall newe loves, & newe delyghtes distyll,
which from my sowle shall gushe into my hart
and through my body flowe to every part.