Classic Poem

Ha d Vertue, Learning, the Diviner Arts,
Wit, judgement, wisdome, (or what other parts
That make perfection, and returne the minde
As great as earth can suffer) been confin'd
To earth; had they the Patent to abide
Secure from change, our Ailmer ne'r had dy'd:
Fond earth forbeare and let thy childish eyes
Ne'r weep for him thou ne'r knew'st how to prize;
Shed not a teare blinde earth; for it appeares,
Thou never lov'dst our Ailmer , by thy teares:
Or if thy fiouds must needs o'rflow their brim.
Lament lamcot thy blindnesse and not him.