Classic Poem

How you in a most blossedrace do high,
Each one may see that hath but half an eye,
Neare stand you still, but in the blest race hying,
Rather you seem indeed to be in flying,
Yea and Heaven to attaine by violence,
Entred thereto by uprigt Innocence.

Continue then in your most noble course
On in your blessed race , win Heaven by force;
Never give off, untill the Crown that's due
Sir, for your vertuous life descend on you:
Then that you in a blessedrace have runne,
Ah noble Lord, by the reward is wonne,
Best wilbe understood an incitation,
Lively you'l hereby give and provocation,
Enciting others to your imitation.