Classic Poem

I cannot chuse Au! Sir, but much admire
On you, who do to honey sweet aspire:
Honey most cordiall is unto the heart.
Naturall heat that doth thereto impart.

Merry doth hony make, and such you are,
Vertue hath made you merry hony beare;
Rightly is vertue the sweet hony dew;
Rightly the mirth figur'd thereby are you:
And so I find virtue true mirth doth breed,
Yeelding the greatest comfort at a neede.