Classic Poem

Who would not be thy subject, James, t'obey
A prince, that rules by example, more than sway?
Whose manners draw, more than thy powers constrain.
And in this short time of thy happiest reign,
Hast purged thy realms, as we have now no cause
Left us of fear, but first our crimes, then laws.
Like aids 'gainst treasons who hath found before?
And than in them, how could we know God more?
First thou preserved wert, our king to be,
And since, the whole land was preserved for thee.