Classic Poem

Those (Sir) who eye your truest worthines ,
Hardly do know it at the full t' expresse;
O in Arithmetick 'tis a great summe ,
May then the ignorant sort overcome,
According to the Rules which they ne're knew,
Sum up the worth in you, that shineth nue .

Well may they stand, and at your worth admire,
Entring to suns it up they'l quickly tyre;
Nue now it is what will be th' imitation,
That groweth now beyond all admiration.
VVorth , nothing else, no doubt, there is in you:
O send that nue worth then though it be new ;
Right 'tis then sure, and super-excellent,
Truly extending to a large extent,
Having therein all possible content.