And that you know I envie you no lot,
Of highest wish, I wish you so much blisse,
Hundreds of yeares you Stellas feete may kisse.
I see the house my harte thy selfe containe,
Beware full Sailes drown not thy tottering Barge,
Least joy by nature apt, (spirites to enlarge)
Thee to thy wracke beyond thy limits straine,
Nor doe like Lords whose weake confused braine,
Not pointing to fit folks each undercharge,
While every office themselves will discharge,