Classic Poem

Some that reporte great Alexanders life,
They say, that harmonie so mov'd his mind,
That oft he roase from meat to warlike strife
At sounde of Trumpe, or noyse of battle kind,
And then, that musickes force of softer vaine
Caus'd him returne from strokes to meat againe.
And as for me, I thinke it nothing strange,
That musick having birth from heav'ns above,
By divers tunes can make the minde to change:
For I my selfe in hearing my sweete Love,
By vertue of her song both tasted griefe,
And such delight, as yeelded some reliefe.
When first I gan to give attentive eare,
Thinking Apolloes voice did haunte the place,
I little thought my Lady had beene there:
But whilest mine eares lay open in this case,
Transform'd to ayre Love entred with my will,
And nowe perforce doth keepe possession still.