(Oh may it prove a Prophecy!)
May all the channels in thy veynes
Expresse the severall noble straines,
From whence they flow; sweet Sydney’s wit,
But not the sad, sweet fate of it;
The last great Pembroke’s learning, sage
Burleigh’s both wisdome and his age;
Thy Grandsires honest heart expresse
The Veres untainted noblenesse.
To these (if any thing there lacks)