Closetted up have you within your brest
Heroickly, what ever grace did rest
Amongst the Decy or the Consuls earst,
Regarded by the Poets when they verst:
Live doe againe Romes Emperours in you,
Each of their virtues seeing you ensue;
Soule being deck't with graces so divine,

Many may thinke that Rome in her doth shine,
On which reflecting, we their vertues see,
O, and their vices you avoiding flee:
Rome , rightly cal her so , sith shee affects,
Expressing vertue, by the fruit selects.