Rare honour'd yooth that in your youth so soone,
O like a tender plant so well doth bloome,
Growing in early tender age to beare ,
Early with fruits your honour'd head to reare:
Rightly may men admire, when as they see

Boyes to turne men so soone as 'tis in thee,
On whom who doth but sleightly cast his eye,
You Early Bore may suddenly espy:
Let such rich plants goe one and grow to Trees,
Encreasing still their greater dignities.