Classic Poem

Rich needes must you be, who in honours seat
Installed was, Sir, by your vertues great;
Chusing the truest Riches , therewithall,
Honour did likewise to your Honour fall,
As Solomon, when wisedome he elected,
Riches , long life, and honour were selected,
Descendant on his head, to be his Crowne:

Deare honour'd Lord, twill be your great renowne,
Ever recorded, that ya'r rich in grace,

Best guarded thereby are you in your place,
Vertue will raise you, who are vertuous,
Rich guarded sure to be, and sumptuous,
Guarded like to an Herb that precious is,
Had in a garden that no walls doch mis,
Ev'n so Rich guarded herb y'are borne to blisse.