Classic Poem

None other fame myne unambitious Muse
Affected ever but t'eternize thee:
All other honours doe my hopes refuse,
Which meaner priz'd and momentarie be
For God forbid I should my papers blot,
With mercynarie lines, with servile pen;
Praysing vertues in them that have them not,
Basely attending on the hopes of men
No, no, my verse respects nor Thames nor Theaters,
Nor seekes it to be knowne unto the great:
But Avon poore in fame, and poore in waters,
Shall have my song, where Delia hath her seate
Avon shall be my Thames, and shee my song;
I'le sound her name the River all along.