Classic Poem

Praysed be Dianaes faire and harmelesse light,
Praised be the dewes, where-with she moists the ground:
Praised be her beames, the glory of the night,
Prais'd be her power, by which all powers abound.

Prais'd be her Nimphs, with whom she decks the woods,
Prais'd be her Knights, in whom true honour lives:
Prais'd be that force, by which she mooves the floods,
Let that Diana shine which all these gives.

In heaven Queene she is among the Spheares,
She Mistresse-like makes all things to be pure:
Eternity in her oft change she beares,
She beauty is, by her the faire endure.

Time weares her not, she dooth his Chariot guide,
Mortality below her Orbe is plast:
By her the vertue of the starres downe slide.
In her is vertues perfect Image cast.

A knowledge pure it is her woorth to know:
With Circes let them dwell, that thinke not so.