To mine honest kind friend Mr. H. H., contenting himselfe with a meane estate and trade of life Perflant altissima venti

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Thy dwelling's like thy minde, that's most retir'd.
To which when saints of yore had once aspir'd
They were in heauen conuersing with that Powre
That made them glorious in a life obscure
Worlds glory is but like the lightenings flame
That quite goes out as kindled is the same;
But if ere out it go, it ought doth strike,
It is the mountaine not the lowely dike;
 Then Hal content thee with thy state and place;
 If thou seeke glory, let it be through grace.