Classic Poem

Sonet 3.

Pittye refusing my poore loue to feed
A beggar statu'd for want of helpe he lyes
And at youre mouth the doore of beautie cryes
That thence some almes of sweet grants may proceed.

But as he wayteth for some almes deed
A cherrie-tree before the doore he spies
O deare quoth he two cherries may suffice
Two only life may saue in this my need.

But beggars can they nought but cherries eate?
Pardon my loue he is a goddesse son
And neuer feedeth but of daintie meate
Else need he not to pine as he hath done
For only the sweet fruite of this sweet tree
Can giue food to my loue and life to me.