Sweete Duke, that bear'st thy Fathers Image right

SWEETE Duke, that bear'st thy Fathers Image right
Aswell in bodie, as thy towardly mind;
Within whose cheeke me thinkes in Red and white
Appeare the Roses yet againe conioind;
Where, howsoe're their warres appeased be,
Each, striues with each, for Soveraignitie.

Since Nature then in her faire-Angell mould,
Hath framd thy bodie, shew'd her best of art:
Oh let thy mind the fairest virtues hold,
Which are the beautie of thy better part:
And which, (braue CHARLES) shall make vs loue thee more,
Then all thy state we outwardly adore.