Classic Poem

Raging fierce stormes with blustrous wind and weather
On earth still blowing, rosse up every feather:
But whatsoever substained doth could me
Earth, may upon it on the winde retaine,
Raising a storme, that house can never breake
That hath a good foundation: I dare speake.
Vertue's the best foundation, and your birth
Suits very well with your true noble worth.

Beare then what ever stormes there can succeed
And a foundation good you shall not need:
Rightly you are well borne , and thereupon
Nobly, but stand it out, trouble is gone:
With valour beare it Sur a well borne spint
Ever your ancient noble worth inherit.
Let stormes then rage, and doe they what they can,
Lively you shew your selfe the well borne man.