Whilst thy weighed judgments, Egerton, I hear,
And know thee, then, a judge, not of one year;
Whilst I behold thee live with purest hands;
That no affection in thy voice commands;
That still th'art present to the better cause;
And no less wise, than skilful in the laws;
Whilst thou art certain to thy words, once gone,
As is thy conscience, which is always one:
The virgin, long since fled from earth, I see,
T'our times returned, hath made her heaven in thee.