Classic Poem

Rare man-hood is by activenes exprest,
And Hermit-like, not in his Cell doth rest,
No Cell man ere dar'd all ; a stirring man ,
Doubtlesse, is he, that glory reach at can,
A man was borne not for himselfe alone,
Life, who lent him a part, may challenge one,
Likewise another part hee will confesse,

Most due unto his Countrey, then the lesse,
And that which doth remaine, is his alone,
Cell-men rob Countries, and themselves each one,

Doting so on a solitary life,
O, as for that they will forsake their wife.
No Cell-man ere dar'd all , but cowardly,
E'ne at a pinch, doe from their Countrey flie,
Living in Cells : but you, great Lord, not so,
Lustrously, who your man-hood truely show.