Classic Poem

With vertues ancient you are indu'd,
In honours seat you did not then intrude;
Likely your vertues lustring forth their light,
Lively provoke our King to doe you right.
In vertues sith you honours had deserv'd,
A peere for honour you might be preserv'd;
Most noble peere sith you a Iewell weare,

Charles our great Monarch, thought it fit to reare,
Rightly a trophy of your noble name,
And make this Iewellnu be borne by fame,
Very well certainly may you declare
Each severall vertue, that within you rare,
Nu Iewellcryes , and so doth Englands court.