Classic Poem

That yeelds yow due prayse I am the meanest of manye
and yett my wordes nott leaste effectuall
For synce yow geve me leaste Cause of anye
the worlde cannott deme my commendation parciall
When moste is saide, yet more demaundes your deserte
this write I with my hande, and thinke the same with my hart.