Classic Poem

In whomsoever the true gems doerest,
A noble cabinet is his rare brest,
Most neately treasuring the gems of grace,
Expressing luster in his very face.
Such one great Sir are you who doe expresse,
O noble and to life your ioyfulnesse,
Gems that are rare and superpasse excelling,
In your most noble soule enioy their dwelling,
Let still your Ioy encrease, all your Ioy set,
By these true gems increased be farre bett,
Your Ioy contesseth them best gems to be.

Repleat with sweetnesse, Roses -like the sent
Of your faire vertues, is most permanent,
Being an orb where severall graces luster,
Even like to Roses which on rose trees cluster,
Resenting forth a sweet and pleasing smell,
That breeds a delectation doth excell,
Vertue these Roses are, fame is the favour,
Sounding aloud their gratious good behaviour.

Right noble Lord then sith you so abound,
O dorously repleate with Roses sound,
Seeing an orb of Roses in you true ,
Sweetly the smell of Roses lively shew,
Evermore still that goodnesse yet pursue.