Classic Poem

To my much honored and affectionately beloued Sir Edward Walgrave, Knight.

Thou leonine-lambe where conuersation sweete
Giues all contant to all that worthy are;
Yet ready to give Wrong a sharpe regreete:
So knightly entertainest thou peace or warre.
Could I aduance thy crest on Glories helme
With lines immortall I would recollect
My drouping powres (which toile doth ouer-whelme)
And place it there in signe of Worths effect
For if true Worth doth truest glory gaine.
Thy fame's as bright as thy worth's right and plaine