Classic Poem

Ah , when I see the lustre that you shew,
Lively set forth true noble, you I know,
Extending forth all Starry glorious light,
Xanthus I thinke himselfe to doe you right,
Although his lynes most silverly excell,
None of the poets that i'th world do dwell,
Duly them weighing ever could them mend,
Eternizing your praise, his lines must lend,
Recording of a subject of that worth,

Such as his muse before did nere bring forth;
Then forward presse and still extend all Starre ,
Very much luster making shine afarre,
And as all starres your light extend you here,
Rayes of true beames on you will so shine cleere,
That your great name kept still in memory,
Eternally shall be in dignity.