Looking Sir still upon your mighty name,
O I durst scarcely write an Anagramme;
Raising somany terrors in my braine,
Doe still admire the vertues you retaine.

O Lord plant by , sith you so noble are,
Lively by growing a great plant appeare:
You growing a great plant , shall never be
Placed as food for Elephantines fee.
HY you'l grow still, and a great Tree at last,
(A plant though at the first) if you grow fast:
Nor shall their afterwards be any want
True noble Lord in such a noble plant .