Classic Poem

Well is that land secured, which doth hold
In it most noble Peeres, who Wall as gould .
Likely when Famine comes, and sore distresse,
Lovers of gould may be in heavines;
In whom though wisedome and the graces rest,
Ah noble soule, he cannot be distrest.
Marques most noble then, happy indeed.

Doth that land rest who hath you at a need;
O, a more sure defence it hath thereby,
Verily then in greatest armory:
Great S OLOMON reports, how one poore man
Labouring wisely, free a City can:
And much more sure, then your defence must hold;
Sir, then the Countrey, if't were wholly gould .