Classic Poem

Doe you expresse unto the life most faire ,
On your pourtrayed vertue to a haire;
Making you faire within, that kind without,
In fruits you may appeare to make us shout:
Note then whereas the Soule is faire within,
In outward gesture he will kind begin
Choicely to shew himselfe, and so doe you,
Kept faire within, kindnesse without insue.

So then the Muses lead me to your honour,
And say that vertue, whose attendant on her,
Reacheth forth still a kind and gentle hand,
Suted doth in your noble nature stand.
Faire kind Lord then accept with free good-will
Expressions poore, which here your eares doe fill:
Lead me along so by your kindnesse faire ,
Duely hereafter your worth to declare
Encouraging my poore Minerva here.