Classic Poem

Ladie, that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shun'd the broad way and the green
And with those few art eminently seen
That labour up the hill of heav'nly Truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruthen thou hast, and they that overween
And at thy growing vertues fret thir spleen
No anger find in thee, but pitty and ruth.
Thy care is fixt and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light
And Hope that reaps not shame. Therfore be sure
Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastfull freinds
Passes to bliss at the midd howr of night,
Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.