Rare Globe , indeed a Surer Globe are you,
O noble Sir, then all the world; 'tis true:
Behold the world, and every thing therein,
Each thing in great inconstancy is sin
Respecting of your vertues, there I finde,
That you retaine in you a constant minde:
Vertue, your minde from wordly things estranging,
So brought about that in you there's no changing.

Greatly you thus the whole Globe do excell,
Right an epitomy thereof y'are well:
Excelling tho in abstract the concreat,
Vailing in you the Globe , though ne're so great:
In you dwels God, who every thing did frame,
Living in you, a temple for his name,
Like surer Globe you truly then became.