Classic Poem

Your friend (great SYDNEY) my long honor'd Lord,
(Since friendship is the bond of two, in one)
Tels vs, that you (his quicke part) doe afforde
Our Land the liuing minde that in him shone.
To whom there neuer came a richer gift
Then the Soules riches; from men ne're so poore:
And that makes me, the soule of Homer lift
To your acceptance; since one minde both bore.
Our Prince vouchsafes it: and of his high Traine
I wish you, with the Noblest of our Time.
See here, if Poesie be so slight and vaine
As men esteeme her in our moderne Rime.
The great'st, and wisest men that euer were,
Haue giuen her grace: and (I hope) you will, here.