Classic Poem

Hier to run , argues a minde that's Hy ,
Entirely fixed on Nobility,
Never that is contented with a stay,
Runneth on still in vertues beaten way;
Yet lest that headlong, in a precipis,

Devoide of care a man may run amisse,
And climing steep may venter up so high ,
Neerehand he may in danger be thereby:
Vertue adviseth us before to se ,
E're that too hastily we runners be.
Runne thus you do, who se , and then run hier .
Sans pride who unto noblenes aspier,