With sparkling fervour, who the vertues see,
Innated (Sir) that doe remaine in thee,
Lively declaring your nobilitie,
Lustreth your vertues by your dignitie;
In which your vertues likewise act their part,
And luster forth your honour, honour'd heart,
Must needs confesse you Lim a Ruby right,

Having so pretious and true delight,
Ever on vertue the true Ruby rare,
Richly whereby your vertues dare compare,
Berokening a brave heart, that hath not mixed,
Extravagant vaine thoughts, but by death fixed.
Rubies , you know are precious, not a toy,
True Rubies Lim you then, such you enjoy.