Classic Poem

I see the heart sincere, wherewith you vive,
And seeme another Sem to be alive;
Marking whose steps, so truely you them trace,
E each man doth judge you Sem by your just pace:
Stay them before you goe, and let us view.

Steps (matchlesse Hero ) you so well pursue,
Truth we must needs confesse, that you are then
Verily the true picture of just Sem ,
And your good life doth make my thoughts to stay .
Rightly a true Sem you are in your way,
There doth rename in me no more to lay.