Rare Orb-race of the world, wherein grace set
On honour'd birth, is Earle of Somerset ;
Bright shining prudence, like the Suns beams cleare,
Ever disperse; and in your acts appeare.
Rare Stars do Emblemise the severall graces
That in your soul inhabit severall places,
Ev'n shaming of your foes unto their faces.

Chusing your soul to think on Heaven I see,
And in your body, earth it seems to me,
Rightly unto the life is represented
Rere't, orb-race then, so maist thou be contented,
Earth, Heaven, and all are ne're from thee absented.