Est hac almus honor: To the right worshipfull Sir Thomas Chaloner, Knight

HEERE Virtue standes, and doth impart a scroule,
To living fame, to publish farre and neere:
The man whose name, she did within enroule,
And kept to view, vnseene this many yeare,
That erst me thought, she seemed to envie,
The world his worth, his fame, and memorie.

But since she sees, the Muse is left forlorne,
And fortune fawning, on the worthles wight,
And eke her selfe, not cherisht as beforne.
She bringes Moecenas once againe to light:
The man (if any else) a frend to Artes,
And good rewarder, of all best desertes.