To the Right Honourable, James, Earle of Ormond and Ossery

I thinke Sir your most true Nobility
Admitteth well of noble courtesie,
Making me laugh when as I thinke you smile ,
Encouraged to write to you the while.
Seing a true smile in your face appeare,

Be unto me true smile , the weather cleare,
Vertue affecting with serenity.
Tru smile , most noble Peere, extend on me,
Lively, the Muses then aloud will shout,
Expressing Butler affable no doubt,
Raising a tru smile , though upon a root.
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