Classic Poem

Nobly great Sir, you are enricht with store ,
In viewing which, there's none will judge you poore:
Chusing then so your store security,
Have you got pales to keep't more warily,
On paling so your store with such defence,
Likely there's none can take your store from thence:
And it is closed up so fast within,
Surely who steales it, may an Empire winne.

Placed this store of grace within your heart,
Resting so surely there, not to depart:
Ever pal'd in by Gods most sure defence,
So mounded that it cannot be had thence.
Then God pales on rich storen that hath place
On, rather in your heart, prest by Gods grace
Naturally appearing in your face.