Classic Poem

Renowned Lord, Ingenuously I grant,
Of an high birth you very well may vant,
By high attempts your high births graces grace,
Ever at vertue aime, in chiefest place
Reach to her rubys . They are not below:
'Tis an high hand, high things must reach, you know:
Vainly receive not then Rubbish on earth;
Since you may rubys reach , to fit your birth.

Reach to her rubys then, let them be hers ,
I meane faire vertue, whom true worth prefers;
Chuse Charity, of feigned ones beware:
Hers be true rubys ; reach them, & do not spare,
Ever shew hereby that you noble are.