Classic Poem

About my circle, la Posie have
The title God unto the King first gave.
The circle that encompasseth my face
Declares my Soveraigne's title, by God's grace.

You see my face is beardless, smoothe and plaine.
Because my soveraigne was a child 'tis knowne
When as he did put on the English Crowne.
But had my stamp been bearded, as with haire,
Long before this it had beene worne and bare.
For why? With me the unthrifts every day,
With my face downwards do at shove-board play ...