Classic Poem

My sweet did sweetlie sleepe,
And on her rosie face
Stood teares of pearle, which beautie's self did weepe;
I, wond'ring at her grace,
Did all amaz'd remaine,
When loue said, Foole, can lookes thy wishes crowne?
Time past comes not againe.
Then did I mee bow downe,
And kissing her faire brest, lips, cheekes, and eies,
Prou'd heere on earth the joyes of paradise.