Classic Poem

Great Lord, that of the Irish in first place
Entring, doe first appeare, and shew your face:
O you a good beginning doe begin,
Reaching zeales eger fire you blessed bin.
Great fervour is in zeale , for it is fire
Entred in him who doth so high aspire.

Fire is true zeale , and therefore they who cold
In vertue are, zeale doth not in them hold:
'Tis eger fire , not tak't in ashes dead;
Zeale eger fire will have its fervor spread.
Ever then eger zeale pursue, and then.

Getting of zeale , you get your God againe.
Eger zeale fire , and God is fervor too,
Rightly then each the other reacheth to.
Advance then forward, eger zeale once gotten,
Live like a Peere, be ne're of God forgotten:
Doubtlesse, who doth zeales eger fire pursue,
Ever gets God ; Sir, you shall finde this true.