Classic Poem

Unprofitably pleasing, and unsound
When heaven gave liberty to frayle dull earth
To bringe forth plenty that in ills abound
Which ripest yett doe bring a sertaine dearth.

A timeles, and unseasonable birth
Planted in ill, in wurse time springing found,
Which hemlock like might feed a sick-witts mirthe
Wher unruld vapors swimm in endles rounde,

Then joy wee nott in what wee ought to shun
Wher shady pleasures showe, butt true borne fires
Ar quite quench'd out, or by poore ashes wunn
Awhile to keepe those coole, and wann desires.

O noe lett love his glory have and might
Bee given to him who triumphs in his right.