To my much regarded and approued good friend Thomas Marbery Esquire.

Your kindenesse makes me kinde (as flames get flames)
 Which makes me minde you in mine Epigrams
And as I shall still loue you, loue me still,
So shall my wish be euermore your will;
 And if you would haue more then this worlds masse.
 I wish you heau'n; so grata breuitas.