Classic Poem

The worke you still your servants doe exhort,
Heartily to performe to keepe your port;
Ever remembring, that where labour wanteth,
O many good things God in mercy scanteth,
Duely that men may to their labour fall:
On which with meditation you recall,
Rouzing your servants with an earnest cry ,
Encouraging to worke most earnestly:

Doe you the worke with diligence and care,
O do the worke good servants, doe not spare,
Crying unto them thus, you finde the good,
Keeping high state unto your Honour-hood:
With labour 'tis maintain'd, but otherwise
Riches on Eagles wings, away she flies.
Ah then maintaine labour and diligence,
Youle thereby finde an increment of peace.