Trium Gratiarum maxima charitas

When all perfections prove
But like some sound
Of Brass
Wherin noe certain noat is found
Without Harmonious Love
What doe we see then more than through a glass

We may with Eloquence
Beguild our speach
And then
Offer at more than we can reach
And bring in influence
Of workes to raise us: yet we are but Men
For if provoakt we be
Wee'l not forguive
And soe
Forgett the wrong we did receive

Though it be Loves decree
Untill we can work our revenge in woe

The Churle through sparing skill
Denies to feed
The Poor
And such as stand in greatest need
Yet thinkes he doth noe ill
Whilst He walkes double on his lvory flore

An Other envy-swoln
When once 'twas heard
By chaunce
That such a one was new preferd
Cries, what are Honeurs stoln
Yet in the same tract strives Himself t'advance

This Mushrum may appeer
When first the Sun
Doth rise
But when His Hemisphear is run
And that the Ev'n drawes neer
It shuts up all its treasure and soe dies

Unless revivd again
By loves sweet charme
O're which
Noe night or va'pour can doe harme
For neither Pride, Witt, Gain

Can make us truly live, or truly rich
But if affection
To Truth prevaile
And say
Noe suffering shall turne the scale
Nor yet Promotion
This Night will turn into Eternall Day