Classic Poem

Noe way unworthy of his faire descent,
Carelesse of it brave life w ch wee lament
All the good ends of living heere acquir'd
Much Lov'd, much honour'd, & how much desir'd
His vertue past all trialls shining farre
Bright in the brightest sphaere of fame, the warre;
Submitting gladly to it fate, w ch oft
He had soe boldly, & soe bravely sought,
Here Carew lies, but (Reader) may it name
Not move thy teares, but warme thee w th like flame.