Classic Poem

To the Right Honourable HENRY Lord M .

My Lord.
 My thoughts are not so rugged, nor doth earth
 So farre predominate in me, that mirth
 Lookes not as lovely as when our delight
 First fashion'd wings to adde a nimbler flight
 To lazie time; who would, to have survai'd
 Our varied pleasures, there have ever staid.
 And they were harmelesse. For obedience
 If frailty yeelds to the wild lawes of sence;
 We shall but with a sugred venome meete;
 No pleasure, if not innocent as sweet.
 And that's your choyce: who adde the title good
 To that of noble. For although the blood
 Of Marshall, Stanley , and ' La Pole doth flow
 With happy Brandon's in your veines; you owe
 Your vertue not to them. Man builds alone
 Oth' ground of honour: For desert's our owne.
 Be that your ayme. I'le with Castara sit
 Ith' shade, from heat of businesse. While my wit
 Is neither big with an ambitious ayme,
 To build tall Pyramids Ith' court of fame,
 For after ages, or to win conceit
 Oth' present, and grow in opinion great.
 Rich in our selves, we envy not the East,
 Her rockes of Diamonds, or her gold the West.
  Arabia may be happy in the death
 Of her reviving Phœnix ; In the breath
 Of coole Favonius , famous be the grove
 Of Tempe ; while we in each others love.
 For that let us be fam'd. And when of all
 That Nature made us two, the funerall
 Leaves but a little dust; (which then as wed,
Even after death, shall sleepe still in one bed.)
 The Bride and Bridegroome on the solemne day,
 Shall with warm zeale approach our Vrne, to pay
 Their vowes, that heaven should blisse so farre their rites,
 To shew them the faire paths to our delights.

To the Right Honourable HENRY Lord M .

My Lord.
 My thoughts are not so rugged, nor doth earth
 So farre predominate in me, that mirth
 Lookes not as lovely as when our delight
 First fashion'd wings to adde a nimbler flight
 To lazie time; who would, to have survai'd
 Our varied pleasures, there have ever staid.
 And they were harmelesse. For obedience
 If frailty yeelds to the wild lawes of sence;
 We shall but with a sugred venome meete;
 No pleasure, if not innocent as sweet.
 And that's your choyce: who adde the title good
 To that of noble. For although the blood
 Of Marshall, Stanley , and ' La Pole doth flow
 With happy Brandon's in your veines; you owe
 Your vertue not to them. Man builds alone
 Oth' ground of honour: For desert's our owne.
 Be that your ayme. I'le with Castara sit
 Ith' shade, from heat of businesse. While my wit
 Is neither big with an ambitious ayme,
 To build tall Pyramids Ith' court of fame,
 For after ages, or to win conceit
 Oth' present, and grow in opinion great.
 Rich in our selves, we envy not the East,
 Her rockes of Diamonds, or her gold the West.
  Arabia may be happy in the death
 Of her reviving Phœnix ; In the breath
 Of coole Favonius , famous be the grove
 Of Tempe ; while we in each others love.
 For that let us be fam'd. And when of all
 That Nature made us two, the funerall
 Leaves but a little dust; (which then as wed,
Even after death, shall sleepe still in one bed.)
 The Bride and Bridegroome on the solemne day,
 Shall with warm zeale approach our Vrne, to pay
 Their vowes, that heaven should blisse so farre their rites,
 To shew them the faire paths to our delights.