Classic Poem

“I HOLD that jeweller little to praise
that trusteth what with eye he seeth,
and much to blame and graceless he
that thinketh our Lord would speak a lie,
who leally promised to raise thy life,
though fortune gave thy flesh to death.
Full widdishins thou read'st His words,
that trowest nought but what thou seest;
and 'tis an overweening thing,
that ill beseems each righteous man,
to trow no tale be trustworthy,
save his mere reason deem it so.