Classic Poem

Clear honour'd heart, whose vertues all admire,
How unto clearnes doth thy soul aspire?
And admirably, as a noble Peere,
Rayes of your many vertues thou shew'st clear :
Lustrous be still, that every man may see,
Ever true Clearnes doth abide in thee,
So shewing of your Christall clearnes here;

When on the earth you cease to be a Peere,
Entred shall you be then on heav'ns clear roule,
Shewing all clearnes , yea a Christal soul,
Thus shall you ever bide without controul.