Classic Poem

To the most noble, ingenious and vallerous knight, Sir Iosselline Percy.

Thy wit and courage (that so strongly moue,
 Prouokes me to recorde them in my rimes,
Who art for both the mirror of our times,
Obseru'd and prais'd of all that either loue.
Thy courage (in all hazards) is a flame.
That nought keepes downe, or letteth to aspire;
Thy wit in game and earnest is all fire,
That warm'd them well, that puft much at the same
Thou art as hot-spurre as the naggs thou rid'st
Can best affirme; who makst them carry thee
With griefe and shame, till they quite tyrèd bee;
That none will now come neere where thou abid'st:
 It skills not sith to thee they noysome were;
 And though they beare thee not, thy goods they beare.