Classic Poem

The sunne is faire when hee with crimson crowne,
And flaming rubies, leaues his easterne bed;
Faire is Thaumantias in her christall gowne,
When clouds engemm'd hang azure, greene, and red:
To westerne worlds when wearied day goes downe,
And from Heauen's windowes each starre showes her head,
Earth's silent daughter, night, is faire, though browne;
Faire is the moone, though in loue's liuerie cled;
Faire Chloris is when shee doth paint Aprile,
Faire are the meads, the woods, the flouds are faire;
Faire looketh Ceres with her yellow haire,
And apples' queene when rose-cheekt shee doth smile.
That heauen, and earth, and seas are faire is true,
Yet true that all not please so much as you.