Classic Poem

To my truly honest (and so rightly honourable) Captaine Lawrence Masterson, my good friend.

L AURENCE , the grediorne (that erst broild to death
A saint that bare thy name) that iron hot
Got to his sacred fame immortall breath;
Which, with cold iron (good captaine) thou hast gott
 If souldiers may be saints (as some haue bin)
 Then to Saints, Lawrence thou art neere of kin