Classic Poem

A hatefull cure with hate to heale,
A bloody helpe with bloud to saue,
A foolish thing with fooles to deale:
Let him be bobd that bobs will haue,
But who by meanes of wisedome hie
Hath sau'd his charge? it is euen I
Let others deck their pride with skarres,
And of their wounds make braue lame showes;
First let them dye, then passe the starres,
When rotten Fame will tell their blowes:
But eye from blade, and eare from crie,
Who hath sau'd all? it is euen I.