Classic Poem

Renowned Lord, in honour fixt on high,
In great advancement, and true dignity,
Choice peece of worth, lending with noble hand
Help to the poore, in need thereof who stand;
Advance still forward, let your charity,
Rarely extend itself, though rare it be;
Doubtles the stars great glory 'tis, that they
Enlighten all things with their lustrous ray.

Lend then, magnificent, and noble Lord,
Ever your bounty to the world afford,
No end there will ensue tolone so chary ;
Nobility advancing truly wary,
According to your worth, but a rare end
Rightly upon your bounty will attend;
Declaring bounteous great nobility
End rare shall reach to, who lives charity .