That cannot say, My thankes I have forgot,
Nor trust I this with hopes, and yet scarce true
10This bravery is, since these times shew'd mee you.
In recompence I would show future times
What you were, and teach them to'urge towards such.
Verse embalmes vertue;'and Tombs, or Thrones of rimes,
Preserve fraile transitory fame, as much
15As spice doth bodies from corrupt aires touch.
Mine are short-liv'd; the tincture of your name
Creates in them, but dissipates as fast,