Classic Poem

Mirr yeeldsan odorifeous pleasing snell,
Virtually pleasin the sences well,
Refreshing the waist heart, comforting too
Rightly, those hearts who sorrowfull doe show;
And you who lyst must needes confesse indeede;
Venly you are Mirrh , a helpe at needes
Goe on then new brave Mirrh , yeeld such a smell
Hearts may refresh, and comfort very well,
Exceedingly your odoriferous sent.

O Noble sit unto the poore is lent:

Brave, new , fresh Mirrh that doth proclaime you right,
Releeving of the poore, where ere in sight;
Insue your course, goe on as you begin,
And an eternall Saviour you shall win,
Nere loosing sweetnesse though in grave ya'ue lyne.