Classic Poem

To the worthy knight, Sir Edward Eston

Were all our knights so worthy (euery way)
Of their degree as thou; then should no play
Nor ernest scoffe, so taxe some (worthyly)
As now they do; but thy soules clearer eye
Sees what becomes thy state in every kinde,
And dost thereafter; yea thou seekst to finde
That which adornes thee in the eye of all
That are not enuious, proude or partiall:
Breefly thou art that which thou seemst to bee
And seemest well worthy of more high degree