To the Right Honourable Robert, Earle of Warwick, and Lord Rich of Lesze
Rich (honour'd Sir) I know in wealth you are,
O but my Muse enjoynes another care;
By too much earthly care, (the souls annoy)
Ev'n this sweet care men utterly destroy:
Rich be in graces morall, and divine;
Thus to be Rich , is truer then in coyne,
Vertue may last when all your wealth may fleet:
So be you truer Rich , is Counsell sweet.
Rich thus you are, O but remember yet;
In vaine to run, unlesse the Crown to get:
Chuse to run on the Race you did begin,
Hence to be truer Rich indeed you win
Ev'n then the greatest Monarch, without fin.
O but my Muse enjoynes another care;
By too much earthly care, (the souls annoy)
Ev'n this sweet care men utterly destroy:
Rich be in graces morall, and divine;
Thus to be Rich , is truer then in coyne,
Vertue may last when all your wealth may fleet:
So be you truer Rich , is Counsell sweet.
Rich thus you are, O but remember yet;
In vaine to run, unlesse the Crown to get:
Chuse to run on the Race you did begin,
Hence to be truer Rich indeed you win
Ev'n then the greatest Monarch, without fin.
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