Classic Poem

To mine approued deere friend Mr. Peregrine Browne

Thy nature with thy name doth one appeare;
For as thou wert a stranger to this life,
Thou carst for nought the world esteemeth deere
What car'st for then? Thy God, thy soule, thy wife
Nay, something els thou carst for; thats for mee;
Which well I proue: Then thus I honor thee:
Thy most true loue to skill and skills deuine
Still makes thee in my heart a Peregrine.