Classic Poem

Wily as Foxe you shew your selfe to beene,
Innocent as the Dove you will be seene
Living in wilinesse , so ever still
Loving of innocence with hearty will.
In this your wilinesse you make progression,
And honour falls unto you by succession,
Marking your wily steps, al doe confesse,

Pompe you deserve to grace your noblenesse:
On whom because not nocent, wily you
People to cause al pompe your worth ensue,
Each waying wily you al pompe in view.