Classic Poem

I see the Robes of honour which you weare,
O nobly gracing you, fine they appeare,
How well it fits that fine Robes should be fit,
Nobly your selfe who finer graces it.

Fine are the vertues which in you appeare,
Ordred in brave array most noble Peere,
Replenished with faith, hope, charity,
Best ornaments for true nobility,
Ever may rightly then to you befall,
Such fine Robes Sir to grace you there withall.