Classic Poem

Great Spirit, that in new ambition,
Stoop'd not below his merit,
But with his proper worth being carry'd on,
Stoop'd at no second place, till now in one
He doth all place inherit:

Live endless here in such brave memory,
The best tongue cannot spot it,
While they which knew, or but have heard of thee,
Must never hope thy like again can be,
Since thou hast not begot it.