Classic Poem

Noble Heroick sparke be not agriev'd,
In name of Son the Muses thee relieve:
Choisly they love those whom so well they greet,
Honouring with a title is so sweet.
On son then let the Muses say to thee,
Lively expresse thy selfe their son to be:
And in their lines take thou so great delight
So that thou maist be term'd their son most right.

Send as al rich shew that y'are rich within,
Admiring at the worke which yon begin,
Nobly indeede within you to expresse;
Declaring in you is true worthinesse.
Exactest riches doe in you abide,
Raysing a light without you cannot hide,
Send then without as that al rich within,
O each that looke upon you may begin
Noting to wonder you such store did win.