Classic Poem

High Baron of th'Exchequer, your so cleare
Vertue, resplendent, in you doth appeare:
Making my spirie rouse up , calling me
Prime Baron, to report our dignity;
High you are made , to vertues you adhering,
Report that honours ne're from you forbearing:
Enter upon it you, for it is your due,
Yeelding you high , because they finde you true;
Exhorting of the Muses to report .

Duly your worth in the Exchequer Court,
And rousing of them up ; to you last Lord,
(Many great worthy workes which you afford)
Praises unto yon due, to render and
On Roule of Fame in triumph let it stand.
Reporting you made high in dignity,
That high before were in sincerity;
Ever remaine so, honour'd Sir to bee.