Classic Poem

Help, help all tongues to celebrate this wonder:
The voice of Fame should be as loud as thunder.
Her house is all of echo made
Where never dies the sound,
And as her brows the clouds invade,
Her feet do strike the ground.
Sing then good Fame that's out of Virtue born,
For who doth Fame neglect doth Virtue scorn.
(from The Masque of Queens)