To the Right Honourable John Lord Roberts, Baron of Truro
In honour seated, in the worlds eye-sight,
O noble Lord, your worth hath done you right;
Having had Truros virtue in their eye,
Noting a man fitted for dignity.
Retayned vertue in your noble brest,
O truly noble Sir, doth honour'd rest,
Being advanced in the dignity
Ever deserved, that descends on thee.
Rest may you ever on your by orbe still,
That beare to virtue such a firme good will,
So good men shall advancement have their fill.
O noble Lord, your worth hath done you right;
Having had Truros virtue in their eye,
Noting a man fitted for dignity.
Retayned vertue in your noble brest,
O truly noble Sir, doth honour'd rest,
Being advanced in the dignity
Ever deserved, that descends on thee.
Rest may you ever on your by orbe still,
That beare to virtue such a firme good will,
So good men shall advancement have their fill.
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