Classic Poem

Admired vertues, that in you are old,
Noteth your ancient noblenes inrold;
That you a Viscount of most ancient bloud,
Have as true greatnes in you; so true good.
O with heroick virtues rob'd are you,
Nor are the graces which you practise, new :
Your heart affecting in your ancient way
Ever to walke, nor ever thence to stray.

Bravely thus marching, never still to stay,
Robed thus, sith your soul with vertue cleare,
O well adorned, noble doth appeare;
Well may your body weare the robe nor new ,
Noting to all your honour to be true,
Ever so well clad, no new robe then sue.