Classic Poem

It is a vertuous life which place be-smiles ,
And vertue never any soule beguiles.
Mighty great Lord, then seeing in great place
Entrance you had by vertue, which doth grace
So well your birth, though from a high descent;

Choisely indeed it you hath honours lent:
Ah then advance you forward into grace
Mainely sith you be-smiled are by place ;
Placed by vertue; sith you are on high,
Embarked in the ship of dignity,
Bestirre your selfe, and still this grace pursue,
Ennobled Lord, that hath ennobled you,
Lustre then, shewing me, shew honoured wight
Lively indeed, place hath be-smil'd you right.