Classic Poem

Franck is the Sea , which Rivers forth doth send,
Running about unto its currents end;
And by its bounty Seas have never wanted,
Nor is the world of water ever scanted:
Chusing the bounty of the Sea in sight,
Indeed you hit to imitate it right;
So helping of the poore, by the great streames

Lively that issue from your noble meanes,
Eternall shall your store, like to the oyle,
A bide to you, right noble Lord the while,
Keeping your Francknesse , like unto the Sea ,
Ever that still repleat with store will be.