Classic Poem

Charres very well all Iewels , may be said,
Hearty firme love hath your true honour made;
A most entire affection in your Sier
Regarded well our King, whom all desire;
Long life may long unto his raigne succeed,
England of him hath evermore great need:
So well we love him, that we much affect,

Very much loving, where he doth select.
In you then finding, for your fathers sake,
Largely delight our Soveraigne doth take,
Loving him so intirely as we do.
Ever true honour we do wish unto,
Rare Imp of worth, your heart to honour prest,
Seated in Charres all Iuells , so to rest.