Classic Poem

Glorious great Lord, your edge to vertue bent,
Ever with glories see shall be content,
O true edge , that on vertue thus is set,
Rais'd is by glory, which true edge hath met.
Glory an edge is ever feeing well,
Edging the soule in glory to eFcell:

Feeing the edge ever on edge to rest,
Injoying glorious honour 'mongst the blest
Eternally in heaven in glorious state,
Lauding his God who did his good create:
Duly that true edge may to grace remaine,
In earth will glory fee , true edge retaine.
Now you, great Lord, whose edge on vertue is,
Glory your fee in earth, in heaven ne're misse.