Classic Poem

Ah honour'd Peere, Peiree with your virtues, which
Lively abounding in you, make you rich:
Great to the Eares of all who hope to heare
Each severall grace, doth mutually appeare
Rear'd in your brest, as trophy of your worth,
Nor though the beames thereof have oft come forth,
On great Northumbers foes casting a terreur.
Nere cease to Pirce on still, so be a Mirrour.

Peirce on your friends with admiration still,
Entire who love you with a firme good-will;
Represse your foes, by Peircing on with grace,
Choosing still virtue, spight of envies face;
Your fame Enlarge you so by peircing on ,
Ever so honour you'l attend upon.