Classic Poem

Evermore may there riches great encrease
Double to you, who so acts righteousness;
Warding the poore, who want a sure defence;
And well regarding opprest innocence,
Rightly proclaiming you a Noble Peere,
Devoted unto works of mercy here,
Ever hereafter that you may shine cleere.

Run on blest soul, who as a Ward most Free
Advanceth forth, the poores defence to be:
Doing all freely evermore remaine,
Cloud-like retaining to distill the rayne,
Letting it fall upon the thirsty ground,
In watering earth, which Husbandmen do mound
Free Ward you are not onely, but you Feed ,
Feeding the needy, you clad those who need:
Ever may numbers of such Nobles breed.