In you I sweetnesse infinitely behold,
O! honey in your name is well inrold,
Having Wax too a full whole hive to make,
Nobly indeed which fates on high do take.

May you still Wax in honour more and more,
And to a higher pitch of greatnesse sore,
Xanthe the Nymph shall Chronicle your name,
With an acrostique and an Anagram,
Ever recording a Mellifluous Peere,
Lively true with your waxe appeare.