Classic Poem

I see an host of vertues in array,
Army like that most nobly you display,
Many great vertues mustred like an host ,
Entred within you are, you may well bost,
So that who sees into your inward soule,

He cannot chuse but see without controule
Armies of vertues, ranked, comly, well
Maine host indeed, all hosts which doth excell
In you, you lym a maine host to the life,
Lively expressing vertues, that no strife
Truly maintain within themselves but one
On each depending, warre at all there's none,
Now thus lim a maine host, ha nobly growne.