Classic Poem

When this caelestiall goddesse had indew'de
Her eyes with Sphaericke reuolution,
Vesta with her next guift ensew'de,
And lent to nature that thrise-sacred fier,
To which once Iaphets of-spring did aspier:
Which made a dissolution
Of a straunge ore, ingendred by the sunne
In grace, and worth more pure then goulde:
Which (gainst the Cyprian triumphes should be donne)
Guilded those wheeles, which Cupids' chariot rowl'de.