Classic Poem

You blessed starrs which doe heavns glory show,
And att your brightnes makes our eyes admire
Yett envy nott though I on earth beelow
Injoy a sight which moves in mee more fire;

I doe confess such beauty breeds desire,
You shine, and cleerest light on us beestow,
Yett doth a sight on earth more warmth inspire
Into my loving soule, his grace to knowe;

Cleere, bright, and shining as you are, is this
Light of my joye, fixt stedfast nor will move
His light from mee, nor I chang from his love,
Butt still increase as th'eith of all my bliss.

His sight gives lyfe unto my love-rulde eyes
My love content beecause in his, love lies.