Classic Poem

If I to Love would be inclin'd,
And, without seeking, knew to find
One, whose unblemish'd Outward Case,
Princely Deportment, Comely Grace,
Might unto each observant Eye
Denote the true Nobility
Of an Heroick Heart and Mind,
(From sordid Vanity sublim'd)
Sincerely Pious, Loyal, Chaste,
And with such Inward Peace possest,
That Blust'ring Storms could ne'er prevent
True Inward Solace and Content:
Whom Prosp'rous Lot exalts not high,
Nor can a cross Adversity
Much discompose; observing well,
That all things here are mutable;
Who rightly knows to prize a Friend,
Without a base sinister End.
And though a Competency here
Of needful things, without much care
Enjoying, knows Treasure laid up,
Secur'd from Theft, and Moths corrupt;
Yet here, in Visibles, can see
The Wisdom of Eternity;
And knowing Rule, and Ruling know,
In true Dominion things below;
Meek, though Majestick; Valiant, and
That Self and Passion can command:
Rich in all Vertues, to compleat
A Noble Heart, more Good than Great;
'Tis such an one as this shall be
Much Honour'd, and Esteem'd by me.