Classic Poem

W isedome , and Vertue cannot (if they would)
Misguide the Soule to whom they still are Guides,
They guide to Glory going but on Gold:
And all that Earth doth pretious hold besides
Or, if ill Times should (with infurious hand)
Oppresse Them in their Course, or Crosse theyr way
Yet must he needs aboue Times Compasse stand
That, with such firm Vp-lifters , fails away
The ayme of Wisedome , yea and Fortunes too,
Is at one White, to make bright whome they loue :
Ne can Crosse Fortune Wisdoms Friends vndo,
Sith their vndoings do their makinges proue:
The Stars rule Fools, both ru'ld by Wisemen are;
So, ech Mans Manners do his Fortunes square.