Classic Poem

Sweet secrecie, what tongue can tell thy worth?
What mortall pen suffyciently can prayse thee?
What curious Pensill serves to lim thee forth?
What Muse hath power, above thy height to raise thee?

Strong locke of kindnesse, Closet of loves store,
Harts Methridate, the soules preservative,
O vertue, which all vertues doe adore,
Cheefe good, from whom all good things we derive.

O rare effect, true bond of friendships measure,
Conceite of Angels, which all wisdom teachest,
O richest Casket of all heavenly treasure,
In secret silence, which such wonders preachest,
O purest merror, wherein men may see
The lively Image of Divinitie.