TO SR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER

Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,

Then whome a better Senatour nere held

The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld

The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,

Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,

Then to advise how warr may best, upheld,

Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold

In all her equipage; besides to know

Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes

What which each thou hast learnt, which few have don.

The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.

Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes

In peace, & reck’ns thee her eldest son.