Classic Poem

I cannot see a hier kin then you,
O noble Sir, are now alli'd unto,
Hearing Gods word doth make you that you have
No terrene honour that is half so brave.

Ever saith Christ, who hearkens to my word,
Recording it in's heart, and doth afford
Such care thereto, that he doth seeke thereby,
Keeping the same in grace to fructifie;
Ever he hath for his most heavenly kin ,
In Heaven blest Christ to wash away his sinne:
No hier kin I see then yours excelling,
Ever in whom true noblenes is dwelling.