See what our duty is, and his own too.
Yet, worthy friend, you can't but guess what doom
Is like to pass on what you've writ, by some;
But there are others, now your book comes forth,
Who (I am sure) will prize it as 'tis worth,
Who know it fully fraught with staple ware,
Such as the Works of the great Cowley are,
And 'mongst our rarest English poems, thine
30Next unto his immortally shall shine.
Rich. Newcourt.