Ex vtroque Immortalitas

BVT thou whose goodnes, Pietie, and Zeale,
Haue caus'd thee so, to be belou'd of thine,
(When envious Fates, shall robbe the Common weale,
Of such a Father,) shalt for ever shine:
Not turn'd as Caesar, to a fained starre,
But plac'd a Saint, in greater glory farre.

With whome mild Peace, the most of all desir'd;
And learned Muse shall end their happie dayes;
While thou to all eternitie admir'd,
Shalt liue a fresh, in after ages praise:
Or be the Loade-starre, of thy glorious North,
Drawing all eies, to wonder at thy worth.