On you th' affections of your father's friends

On you th' affections of your father's friends,
With his inheritance, by right descends:
But you your graceful youth so wisely guide
That his you hold, and purchase much beside.
Love is the fruit of Virtue; for whose sake
Men only liking each to other take.
If sparks of virtue shined not in you then
So well, how could you win the hearts of men?
And since that honour and well-suited praise
Is Virtue's golden spur, let me now raise
Unto an act mature your tender age;
This half commending to your patronage,
Which from your noble father's, but one side,
Ordained to do you honour, doth divide.
And so my love betwixt you both I part,
On each side placing you as near my heart!