David-like, Sir, your Love you six on by .
Vertue thus gracing with your dignity.
Declaring of your Love to Godward fixed,
Letting the same with Charity be mixed,
Ever still tender bowels doe possesse,
Yeelding help to the poore and comfortlesse.

None more, great Sir, will trumpet out your fame,
O then poore folks, who when but heard your name,
Running about in every place found forth,
That the Lord North is one of noble worth:
Hy must his Love be needs, who thus below,
Extends his Love a senders heart to show.