Classic Poem

To the most compleat gentleman Iohn Luson Esquire.

Light of thy sire and sunne to all that see
In prime of youth to beare themselues aboue
The compasse of Wits spheares that wheeling bee
About the center of but humaine loue:
Sith heau'n and earth do on thy vertues smile.
I must (deere Sir) record it thus, the while.