Those who your honour have within their Eye,
How can they but admire your dignity!
O noble Baron, you to by advance,
Most nobly raised are by one faire glance,
Admitted unto you from our True Sol ,
Such were the vertues did possesse you whol.

Blest as a sole one , may you say, am I,
Entred that are into such dignity;
Lustrously vertue in you do display,
Like to the shining of the starres, their Ray,
And so inlightning of your soule within,
So admirably did your fame begin;
Shewing it selfe to call for honours then,
In eye of all, amongst the noble men,
So nobly you to seat that each may cry,
Ev'n as soule Blest looke how he sits on by .