Classic Poem

I see a proclamation notably,
On you reflecting, that you dar'd on high ,
Hy are your thoughts, which on high vertue set,
Never could lightly be accounted bet.

Dur'd high you then first needs, fith so high mind,
Rightly not stain'd with pride I hap to finde,
Vertue hath evermore this quality,
Much to exalt them who affection by ,
On her as on their summom bonum place,
Now that unto you it may be more grace,
Doth it call men to view your noble face.