Classic Poem

Lay downe your Pens, that pen vnworthy prayse,
Aduaunsing Dames which naught may claime by right:
Direct your course a Ladies fame to raise,
In eche respect that well deserues your light.
Grace is a gifte deuyne giuen from aboue,
Cancell the scrowles that others praise pretende:
All writs are voyde that substance none doe proue,
Vertue and blood, this Lady both commende.
Eche perfite good in her doth fyrmely rest,
Noble by byrth, by Nature affable,
Disposed well, all ill she doth detest,
In euery action modest and stable.

Set shape aside, where Vertue hath no place,
Here shape and Vertue both are ioynde in Grace .