To the Right Honourable John, Earle of Clare, Lord Houghton of Houghton

In vertue when I see you make such speed,
Oh it doth then no admiration breed,
Hy, on hy hills of honour that you stand;
Nature commandeth vertue such a band.

Honour on vertue ever should attend,
Oh on by hills you may for ever wend,
Loving of vertue, which doth shine so clears;
Likely it is you Earle of Clare appeare:
Insue then well what you have well begun,
So on by hills to stand you well have won.
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