Classic Poem

Transform'd in shew, but more transform'd in mind,
I cease to striue, with double conquest foilde;
For (wo is me) my powers all I find
With outward force and inward treason spoilde.
For from without came to mine eyes the blow,
Whereto mine inward thoughts did faintly yeeld;
Both these conspir'd poore Reason's ouerthrow:
False in my selfe, thus haue I lost the field.
Thus are my eyes still captiue to one sight,
Thus all my thoughts are slaues to one thought still,
Thus Reason to his seruants yeelds his right,
Thus is my power transformed to your will:
What maruell then I take a woman's hue,
Since what I see, thinke, know, is all but you?