To the Right Honouarble, John, Earle of Traquhair, Lord Traquhair
In your high honour meriting on high,
O noble Sir, unto high star you fly:
Hy your deserts most noble Lord admit,
No lower then among the stars you sit.
Starry your graces most resplendent are,
The light you shew, makes me think you a star ,
Vertue will cause eternally your name,
According to your merits rais'd by fame;
Raised aloft on high unto by star ,
Tryumphantly in vertues glorious car.
O noble Sir, unto high star you fly:
Hy your deserts most noble Lord admit,
No lower then among the stars you sit.
Starry your graces most resplendent are,
The light you shew, makes me think you a star ,
Vertue will cause eternally your name,
According to your merits rais'd by fame;
Raised aloft on high unto by star ,
Tryumphantly in vertues glorious car.
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