Classic Poem

Ye ares, fully-laden with their months, attend
Th' expired time's acquitance, and so end:
Months, gone their dates of numbred dayes, require
Bright Cynthia's full discharge, and so expire;
Dayes deeply ag'd with howers, lose their light,
And having runne their Stage, conclude with night:
And howers, chac'd with light-foot minutes, flie,
Tendring their labour to a new supply;
Yet Ailmer's glory never shall diminish,
Though years and months, though dayes and howers finish:
Yet Ailmer's joyes for ever shall extend,
Though years and months, though dayes and howers end.