Classic Poem

Gaudy such store of worth doth Crowne thy name,
 That it like to [a] columne stands which fame
To lasting memorie, and honour builds,
 Whereon thy vertues hang like Pensile shields,
As Trophyes of those glorious Victories,
 Wonne from the lesser Worlds great enemies
Then let thy fame with time vie dayes and yeares,
 Let death be joy to thee; to others teares.