Ope mutua: To the right worshipfull and my singuler good frend Mr: ADAM NEWTON Secretarie

THE Laurel ioyned to the fruitefull vine,
In frendly league perpetually doe growe,
The Laurell dedicate to wits divine,
The fruite of Bacchus that in clusters growe,
Are such as doe enioy the world at will,
And swimme in wealth, yet want the muses skill.

This frendship should inviolate remaine,
The rich with Bountie should rewarde the Artes,
The living muse should gratefully againe,
Adorne Moecenas with her learned partes:
And when his branch is drie, and withered seene,
By her support, preserue him alway greene.