Classic Poem

O had shee not beene faire and thus unkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightnes:
The world had never knowne what I doe finde,
And clowdes obscure had shaded stil her brightnes.
Then had no Censor's eye these lynes survaide,
Nor graver browes have judg'd my Muse so vaine;
No sunne my blush and errour had bewraid,
Nor yet the world had heard of such disdaine
Then had I walkt with bold erected face;
No down-cast looke had signified my misse:
But my degraded hopes, with such disgrace
Did force me grone out griefes, and utter this
For being full, should I not then have spoken,
My sence, oppress'd, had faild, and hart had broken.