Epigram 5. To Mr. Bryan Cokaine

Cousin, I hope each Star when you was born,
Did Heaven with a benign aspect adorn:
And every glistering jewel of the sky
Dispense their Good to your Nativity.
You being sweet-condition'd, having mov'd
All men to honour you (so well belov'd)
Nobly descended, bred to all the Arts
That give a man renown for worthy parts;
To a great fortune heir, and a brave seat,
(For what then Rushton can be held more sweet!)
Married to a fine Lady, the first day
Of her youths spring (whose ripe and flourishing May
Of Beauty, still is years to come; yet she
Handsome as fancy can think woman t'be)
Inheritrix unto a grand estate,
(And yet her excellent vertues far more great)
We needs must guess the Heavens your friend, and know
(Y'ave so much Land upon't) the earth is so.