To the Right Honourable, John, Viscount Purbeck, Lord of Stoke

In honours high advance, on silver hil ,
O noble Purbeck , 'tis the Muses will,
Heavens have confirm'd it, and it so shall be,
(Ne're to be chang'd) that they have seated thee.

Vertue in thee abounding, like a mine,
Injoynes no further that we go, true coyne
Lives here, I mean your vertues truly white,
Like unto Silver ; nay it is the right:
Ever may you who such true wealth possesse,
Rightly yet covet more, without excesse,
Standing on silver hil , your happines.
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