To the great lover and protector of Honor and Sciences Sir Henry Newton Knight, &c.

SIR, I salute your Candor, and commit
These courser Compositions to your Wit:
All that I can commend unto your youth
And abler skill, is this, That they are truth:
Much Learning and Humanity we see
Doth issue from your ingenuity.
Vice is your Enemy, and there doth flow
Nothing but worth from your Seraglio;
Excellent Sir, I know you use to sip
Much of the Muses fair goodfellowship,
Leander and lov'd Hero's Life and Death,
With all the Verse since Queen Elizabeth,
Lifts not the front of Fantsie up so high
As you can when your Genius will comply.
All that is Excellently, Good, and New,
Pious and profitable, chaste, and true,
You have an int'rest in, y'are one of those
That love all worth which men e'er spake in Prose.
Reason and all the rules of Art have taught
You to excel in things above my thought.
The figure of your fame deserves to grow
Green in the leaves of Michael Angele,
Xeuxes, or great Apelles. I shall then
Conclude, and leave you to a nobler Pen.