Classic Poem

Pr aise that proceedeth from a Poet's Pen,
That faines by nature, may want powre perchance
To adde renowne to the renownes of Men ,
Whom goodnesse without glozing doth advance
If then my Pen (though it too open be
To gloze) disabled be by Envie's spight
To register the right that's due to thee,
Yet should it wrong thee to conceale thy right .
Thy World -contemning Thoughts the world do make
(As knowledging the ods twixt good and Ill )
To rev'rence thee for thy rare goodnesse' sake,
Which harts with loue , & mouthes with praise doth fill:
They stile that praise but with one only word
Which being, Good , with God doth still accord.