To the Duke of Buckingham

The words of Princes iustly we conceiue,
As Oracles inspir'd by pow'r diuine,
Which make the vertues of their seruants shine;
And monuments to future ages leaue.
The sweet consent of many tongues can weaue
Such knots of Honour in a flowry line,
That no iniurious hands can them vntwine,
Nor enuious blasts of beauty can bereaue.
These are your helpes, my Lord, by these two wings
You lifted are aboue the force of spite:
For, while the publike Quire your glory sings,
The [passage missing] rules them, keepes the Musicke right:
Yo[..] [..]ppy name with noble prayse to greet
Gods double Voyce, the King and Kingdome meet.