Classic Poem

The man that is exalted in his pride,
Hath no foundation certaine to abide.
Onely by pride man doth contention make,
Meekenesse true wisedome never doth forsake,
A fore destruction pride doth goe likewise,
So a meeke heart before a man doe rise.

Eternall honour then doe you abide,
Retaining meekenesse , which doth right betide,
Sir with due honour which doth you imbrace,
Keepe meekenesse then, and keepe a noble place,
Ever O yet a meek heart has hy rest,
In endlesse honours which will you invest,
Nay further, when as honour here is gone,
Eternall honour you will wait upon.