Classic Poem

To the most honorable by vertue, state and place, Thomas Lord Elesmere, Lord Chancellor of England, mine cuer approued good lord and master

While Loue doth search the cauernes of my braine
To finde Wits treasure to adorne thy fame,
I finde (great Master) it doth toile in vaine;
Because the mine's too empty for the same.
For, if in thee wee eye what eyes may see,
It makes the eye in what it sees delight,
But if we looke on that vnscene in thee
(But by effects) it ioyes the minde and spright
Thy matter is most formall, and thy forme
Is most materiall in refined worth:
And both to glory grace doth still conforme:
For, all that heare or see thee, sets thee forth
Then though thine owne I be, I may auerr,
No king on earth hath such a chanceller.