Classic Poem

I see your zeale, and 'tis an holy tide,
Onward in good things you so forward guide,
Holines doth set forth a sanctity,
Never unfitted for nobility.

Man noteth such an one as naturall,
Attaining unto goodnes cannot fall,
In him untill an holy tide constraine,
To presse still forward in a vertuous vaine:
Lively a tide declareth such a force,
As forceth on unto an holy course;
Now this the Muses meane an holy tide ,
Doubtles a noble man 'twas thee did guide,
Encourag'd not from vertues path to slide.