Classic Poem

If I Encomium of your praise should write,
As you great Sir, I'me sure deserve of right;
My Muse must then new art invent againe,
Eternizing your name, old Art to Stain ,
Such are the noble vertues which adhere

So nobly Sir, within the noble Sphere,
True Sphere indeed of your most inward soule,
Verily that indeed he should controul,
A! arts and sciences men have invented,
Rightly that your worth may be represented.
Then with these lines I pray remain contented.