To the Right Honourable John Marquesse of Winchester, Earle of Wilts, and Lord St. John of Basing

In you who look, and view your grace awhile,
Oh honour'd Marquesse, doubtles sees a Pile ,
Heroick virtues, Piled on an heap,
Ne're leave their Mansion in your soul to keep.

Plac't here is valour, manlinesse that's right.
Admitting of a sober wise delight.
With gravity and wisdom so expressed,
Let any shew you What should be redressed.
Ever increase, and let the Pile still grow,
That still your graces may a great Pile show,
Ther's in your Pile what not the world will know.
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