Classic Poem

Rare vertues which a radiant light forth send ,
O my endeavours vaile, while braines I bend
Beauteously your vertues to discry,
Exactly in you shew'd expressively.
Right true I say, no more than truth it is,
They are so many I of skill doe misse,
Verily though ensuing still be true ,
Send out more vertues mustred out by you.

Noble your vertues make you, and your birth:
Enquire but of it make you of some worth:
Ene send more virtues forth, and then wee'le cry,
Doubtlesse good Needhems streame is never dry,
Ha Sir be true unto your selfe yet still,
And then send forth more vertues sure you will,
Making your life great volumes for to fill.