Classic Poem

Ever where Dove -like innocence doth bide,
Doth rich reward well happen to betide,
Who is an innocent and harmlesse soul,
Ah who is it his honour would controul!
Rather who would not set his helping hand,
Desiring such were great ones of the Land,
Endeavouring safe to be in their command?

But yet if innocence should honour want,
O honour there would be nathles not scane:
Vertue is such a peereles precious thing,
Rightly it honour with it self doth bring:
Chuse whether men will honour it or no,
Honour it self it is, where it doth go:
Innocence Dove -like is a Rich reward .
Evermore then your soul who it regard,
Rightly may be in blest Elyzinan starr'd.