Classic Poem

Thy vertue , and the consclence of the grace
Thou hast vouchsau'd me, not deserving it,
Doth like two spurres provoke my will and wit ,
Thy name with my loue's lines to interlace.
Thy honor'd name , name honored of all
That honors grace by man made glorious,
Can of it selfe rowze vp the dullest Muse
To make thereof divine memoriall .
Then, should I it commende to Monument ,
No miracle should I perfourme thereby,
Sith it by Nature liues eternally,
Such life to Sidneys being incident.
And sith divine Sr Philip liues in thee,
Be thou that Monument , and so ease me