Where Loue devided is, shee hardly can
Be like her selfe; But, when shee is intire,
In sacred flames shee burnes more hot then fire ,
Bee it in abstract Formes , or mortall Man .
Yet Loue , and reverence are due to those
Whose wakefull wits still worke for publike good;
So rev'rence I your honor'd Fatherhood ,
As Founts from whom our publike proffit floes.
In you wise Pilots of this ioy -fraught Barke
( Barke of our blesséd Common-weale ) it is
To make her keepe her course in lasting blisse ,
Which charge requires your well-directing carke ;
 You cannot better spend life's benefit
 Then for so good an ende , at Sterne to sit.