To the Right Honourable, Thomas, Earle of Winchelsey, and Viscount Maidston

The deep foresight, which, noble Earle, in thee
Heroickly remaining each may see,
On vertue having pitch't your noble eye,
Making account without it, misery,
Although proceeded from most noble stem;
Secure to be, you fech in most , of them.

Faith firmely fixed, hath to Heaven an eye;
Injoying hope, an anchor sure thereby
Never will faile; but yet to be more sure,
Charity a true triall doth procure.
Ha then, your soul is well, feching in most
Enduring treasure, whereof you may bost.
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