To the Right Honourable, Charles, Earle Dumfermeline, Lord Fyvie, and Urquarte

Carelesnesse joyn'd with greatnesse doth not fit.
Honour requires we carefull be of it,
And as a man that stands on steeple high,
Rightly by prudence guided Carefully ,
Looking about and wary of each hand,
Endevouring more safely still to stand,
So is't with him that is in dignity.

Secure he should not be and Carelesly ,
Entending not in safety to remaine,
True noblenesse by Carelesnesse thus staine.
O you appeare not carelesse though on mount,
Nobly you stand but doe the hazard count,
Ev'n millions so your honour doth surmount.
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