Epigram 102. To the Lady Mary Cokaine, Viscountess Cullen

Madam, I hear you do intend to grace
Your Rushen with your presence all this year,
You cannot honour a more noble Place,
If you resolve the Countrey for your Sphere;
And Lords and Ladies enjoy happiest dayes
When in their homes their right Orbs they appear:
So Stars do glorifie Heaven that keep their Orders,
When Comets do presage ruines and murders.