To the highly honored Earle of Ormond

Great , glorious, feard, and much belouéd Earle,
 Englands fast friend and Irelands constant stay;
Which Time continues (drawing still away)
Vpon thy Countries front a matchlesse pearle,
Thy princely partes, howse, fortunes, followers, port,
(Which princely make thy person and estate)
Are such as thy good name do much elate:
And make thy Fame out-flye her own report
And (loe) to nurse thine honorable age
 How heau'n to make thy heau'n on earth compleat,
Hath win'd thee with a dame lesse faire then great,
And yet as faire as wondrous good and sage:
O then (bright synne) thy beames shall ne're decline
While lines to heauen can raise those raies of thine.