Classic Poem

Choisely pourtraid, in Noblenes I find
Heroick Trops , or trophies of the mind,
Roper then Tenhams Baron, you a Peer
In nonage though, do very well appeare
Shining in vertues, that your Ancesters
Truely did cary with them to the hearse:
O noble Peer , the muses you excite,
Peer-like in your yong age to have delight:
He summoning up all your guifts together,
Ere to excell your kin, and be best liver,
Rather indeed as a true noble Peer ,

Richer by far let trops in you appeare:
On whom when Ropers favourers shall looke,
Perceiving written in you, as a booke,
Eternall trops of your true noble name,
Rightly your honour they will lowd proclaime.