Classic Poem

Well you Insase , whose very will doth so,
In letting still your native Countrey know,
Lightly there lives not any that more safe
Loveth to see his Countrey live and laugh;
In vaine it is not then, that you are raised,
Admir'd who are indeed, and therefore praised
Much that your will seeks to insafe your Land.

Firme is that Nation where such Lords command,
In the Lands safety let your will likewife
No sure Insafement want, which still supplies
Ever at every hand doth will to frame,
Seeking t'insafe the Countrey by the same.