Yee Noblest fprightes, that with the bird of IOVE

YEE Noblest fprightes, that with the bird of IOVE,
Haue learnt to leaue, and loath, this baser earth,
And mount, by your inspired thoughtes aboue,
To heaven-ward, home-ward, whence you had your birth:
Take to you this, that Monarches may envie,
Your heartes content, and high foelicitie.

You, you, that over-looke the cloudes of care,
And smile to see a multitude of Antes,
Vppon this circle, striuing here and there,
For THINE and MINE, yet pine amid their wantes;
While yée your selues, sit as spectators free,
From action, in their follies tragedie.