Classic Poem

Well may you stand upon an hill on high,
In whom habituall goodnes we espie:
Lively you that expresse; who Clym so well,
Lustring forth graces, which in you excell.
In honour many stand, which not well gained,
Admits not long by them to be retained;
Many examples of it we might finde

Chronicles ancient bring unto our minde,
Eternizing, that honour is a blot,
Cursed to such men as deserve it not.
In you nathles, who honour well did clym ,
Lively pourtraying grace to after time,
Live and call others to like fate of thine.