Classic Poem

Well may the VVillow grow big in your soyle,
Inriched well with vertues Dewes, the while;
Lightly the VVillow with her leaves pale green,
Lively i'th spring rejoyceth like a Queene,
In summer prime taketh her great delight,
And it loves not, to speak of it aright,
Most noble Lord, on barren soyle to grow.

With beauty excellent i'ts palme doth show
In it, although no fruit there is of worth,
Lightly it still delighteth to bring forth.
Live then, good Lord, still by the dew of grace,
O evermore still fructify apace:
Verses cannot the praises to you render,
Great Peere, that I of Right to you should tender,
Honouring you, within whose Parham hall.
Branch'd forth that Beech, which did to me befall.
Ever Ile therefore pray that all may us ,
Your great big VVillow greatly fructifie.