Book IV, 62: To HENRY Earle of Holland

Tis not the Sun-shine of great Cesars Eye,
Nor our Opinion makes thy Honour flye
So faire a pitch; Nor need thy Glory claime
Assistance from thy Blood, t'enrich thy Name:
But what it is that mounts thee up so high,
The World shall tell thee, Henry, and not I:
Blood gives no Vertue; nor Opinion, Glory;
And Princely Favors are but Transitory;
Heav'ns Act is mingled with great Cesars Eye:
Heav'n gave thee wings, and Cesar bids thee flye.