Rich race it is that you delight to runne,
In which immortall honour you have won,
Chusing the path of vertue so to tread,
Ha! cry they, how he lov'd rich race indeed!
Affecting nothing, but what truly rich ,
Rightly indeed might noble hearts bewitch;
Declaring that he had a most Rich minde,

Love to Rich things that did so nobly binde;
On a race though you did affection set,
Virtues path treading forward so to get,
Ever you strive still on the getting hand;
Labouring forward, and never still to stand;
Ayming according to true noblenesse,
Choycely unto the races end to presse;
Ever lov'd all rich race , your happinesse.