Classic Poem

You that in so great eminence, liue retir'd
(Rare Lord) approue your greatnesse cannot call
Your iudgement from the inward state requir'd
To blaze the outward; which doth neuer fall
In men by chance raisd, but by merit still.
He seekes not state, that curbs it being found:
Who seekes it not, neuer comes by it ill;
Nor ill can vse it. Spring then from this ground,
And let thy fruits be fauours done to Good,
As thy Good is adorn'd with royall fauours;
So shall pale Enuie famish with her food;
And thou spread further by thy vaine deprauours.
True Greatnesse cares not to be seene but thus;
And thus, aboue our selues, you honour vs.