To the Right Honourable, Thomas, Lord Saville, Baron of Pumfret

The Peeres that in our English Firmament,
Having their lustre from our Sun then lent,
O as tru luells , they each glister forth
Most radiant raies of true resplendant worth,
And each of them, as 'twere a severall ray,
Severall varieties of lights display.

Such are you too, right noble honour'd Lord,
And you your lustre in the world afford,
Very well gracing of our English Court,
Iuell -like that with best of Heroes sort:
Live as a Mirrour still, and as most , be.
Lustrous true Iuell , that each one may see,
Ever with ha! admiring gloriously.
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