Epigram 63. To the truly Noble Sir Arthur Gorges

Those worthy Romans that scorn'd humble things,
Created, and obliged after-Kings,
Amidst their thoughts of highest honour, ne're
Conceiv'd Imaginations 'bove your sphere.
The Babylonian Euphrates may
For ever run, and Tybris never stay;
The plenteous Rhine continually speed on,
And Danubie, each to it's Ocean,
And not out-go your fair and high repute,
Which doth amaze the world, and strikes me mute.