Classic Poem

Well are you a brave saile , who saile so brave ,
Increasing still the honours which you have;
Lending still forward in a faire progression,
Like to the Ships which saile amidst the Ocean.
I cannot choose but smile , and smile I will ,
Admiring honours smiling on you still,
Making you smile indeed, when as you see

Sutable honour to your merits be:
And so your friends will smile on you likewise,
Listing to heare you to new honours rise.
I likewise hand-maid to the Muses, will
Smile , seeing you with vertue filled still;
Being more glad to see you good, than great,
Very well knowing you reward shall get:
Rising in honour if not here below,
Yet honour'd you shall be in Heaven I know;
Ensuing which, I smile to see you so.