Classic Poem

I doubt not, noble man, your vertues rare:
O you an high and precious stone declare.
High in your honour, pretious in esteeme,
Noble, sith each one may your actions deeme.

Choisely then, Noble Peere, the race pursue,
Right Noble, wherein entred each may view
Afaire progression, you have well begunne,
Nobly pursuing till the prize you'ave wonne;
So a true noble stone you noble shew,
That each one may you for a by stone know.
On in your race, 'twill thee at last succeede
Nobly a by stone , so will be indeed,
Each one confessing you are a noble seede.