Classic Poem

If I were not disabled, through Defect ,
(For my Invention's Poise, which witt vp-wound,
Lies now, for want of strength, stock-still on ground)
No vertuous Peere I would by name , neglect.
The Wheeles which did my Fancy (working) turne
Are at a stand ; O then impute it not
To want of Will , as if I had forgott
In wilfull wise, to name you in your turne
But when my Witts haue strength recovered
To winde the Poise vp to Invention's height,
Ile doo my best to give each one his right,
Though by your selves you are most honored:
Meane while with Favor's Eye looke on my Will
Which may excuse my present want of skill .