To the Right Honourable, Thomas, Viscount Rock-Savage

That Lords and Peers, who come of noble bloud,
Having heroick vertues in them good,
On the beholders casting admiration,
Mainly still eying of their most just station;
An ! that such men, those vertues were the lesse,
Sage most should be, that argues noblenes.

Sage is an hearb which comforteth the heart,
And solid wisdom resteth in that part:
Virtue so much doth in good sage remaine;
Admired wisdom doth its name retaine:
Great honour'd Lord, thy vertues sheweth thee,
Evermore Au! a most sage Lord to be.
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