Classic Poem

Oh he that sees your vertues manifold
Lively exprest, with courage wisely bold
Indeed admires, and stands at gaze; and yet
Vieth us il , vertue commanding it:
Ever still vertue in a new succession,
Rightly in you expresse a new progression.

See how your minde aspiring, not proud tho,
Admits not of a resting here below
In earth your soul placeth no sole delight,
Never relying here, to do her right,
Chusing a lost to be, and Reaching by ,
Thy heart shews plainly seron sanctity,
Ever by precious Stone thy minde reach still.

I mean a sure foundation, and no il ,
O then no il vy in this peereles Saint,
Hy Stonereach he, he may without restraint,
Ne're shall such building so firme placed saint.