Classic Poem

I cannot wonder that your vertues cry
Of you a noble Peere, rais me onby ;
Hy vertues where they dwell are not content,
Noble themselves in a low Battlement.

Rayse sesseth vertue, vertue will,
Advancement that man sure shall have his fill.
Making him who hath true nobility,
Surrounded still with higher dignity;
Eternity untill the man do reach
Your honour, this I shall not need to teach.