Classic Poem

Rich are you in the graces that appeare
Inhabitant, and shining in you cleare,
Choicely delighting thereby every ey,
Heartily loving you so Bishoply;
Admiring in your virtues that proceed,
Rightly declaring that you'r rich indeed;
Daily go on, as you have well begun,

Mounting still nearer to our glorious Son:
Oh as a mount above the rest; so high,
Vertue hath made you o're the vulgary
Now as a mount , you nearer to the Sun,
Thereby unto your self more heat have won;
And as a rich mount , if a guard you need,
Guarded you are by innocence, and heed,
Vertue security will truest breed.