Classic Poem

In your great honour free from all annoy,
O truly noble Weymes you shew men joy ;
Having your vertues in their cleerer sight,
Nothing there is can breed them more delight.

With joy your wisdome so doth men content;
Ever we pray it might be permanent;
Your vertuous life doth breed so great delight,
Men wish you endles joy ; you to requite:
Eternall joy may unto you succeede,
Shewing men joy , who do our comfort breed.