To my brother Mr Iames Dauies, Master in the Arte of Writing in Oxford.

I AMES , now thou liu'st where I with pleasure liu'd;
Yet thriue thou there no worse then there I thriu'd,
And thou wilt Oxford finde a louing nurse
To feede thy mawe with meate, with coyne thy purse:
And when thou shalt grow Twy-childe, she will bee
Carefull and kinde (religiously) to thee;
Then while thy strength continues, scrue her so
That by thy seruice she may greater grow
In fame and grace: so shall she as she should
Make him, that makes her prais'd more manifold.