Classic Poem

I send unto you Sir, now this new yeere,
A new yeeres gift the Muses bad me beare,
Meaning no more but that therewith from heart,
Ever unto you I should you impart,
Seeing the vertues which within your brest,
Entred most fayerly nobly there doe rest,
Rightly declaring you a noble man,
Shewing such graces as most truly can,
Kept in your hearts most closest cabinet,
Ever make honour still upon you set,
In earth the muses see your grace appeare,
Nor cease to wish you maken many a yeere ,
Enjoyning me this message for to beare.