Classic Poem

Those who your doings see, will soone confesse,
Heroicke Sir, that you have earnd no lesse,
On high as Englands Marshall high to sway,
Making even Royalls unto thee obay;
As every Peere is made a demy Royall ,
Subject unto his Prince with duty loyall:

Ah here I see before you got on high,
Rightly great Peere you earnd your dignity,
Vertue commandeth none to honour clime,
Not having well deserved of his time;
Doubtlesse then Sir you may High-Martiall sic
Ev'n by your worth you have deserved it,
Leading your virtues in so faire array,
Lead men he could well doe the King did say.

And thus you must rule Royals now indeed,
Noble great Peere, to whom the rest take heed,
Doing their duty to you in your place:

So well doth vertue those who loveth grace.
Very well then ensue your earnings still,
Rais'd as you are, so let it be your will
Rightly your place still better to deserve,
Ensampling others faithfully to serve:
Your honour spotlesse you preserve hereby,
Ever still meriting high dignity.