Classic Poem

Like Iubal Caine , the first that e're made Tent,
I'le you compare, who now so doe invent
Not much unlike for matter, 'tis the same
During-like stuffe, where of your sayle you frame.
Sailes made are of Pouldavis , and the wet
Admits no harme to it, but makes it bet;
Yeelding a faire expulsion from the weather,
Ensafes the ship, and them also together.

Build you yourselfe like to your sayle to be,
Admitting so effected certainty
Like to the sayle drive on a right course still,
Chose on a good way, and withall your skill,
Affecting rightly to be in the right,
Rightly you'le then in vertuous things delight:
Right may men say then, you your soule can build
As rare a sayle as that which ship doth wild,
Sayling you on to Christ, your comfort still.