Classic Poem

He that loueth purenesse of hart for the grace of his lippes, the King shall be his Friend .

Good Preachers , that liue ill [like Spittlemen]
Are perfect in the way they neuer went:
Or like the Flame that led Gods Children,
It selfe not knowing what the matter ment:
They be, like Trumpets making others fight,
Themselues not striking stroke; sith liuelesse Things:
Like Land-marks , worne to nought, beeing in the Right
Like well-directing ill-affected Kings
Like Bels that others call where they come not:
Like Soape , remaining blacke , and making white :
Like Bowes , that to the Marke the Shafts haue shot,
While they themselues stand bent, vnapt for flight:
For, where their Wordes and Works are not agreed,
There what they mend in Word , they marre in Deed .