And win opinion with the time,
To make them a high sayle of honour beare.
And may a powerfull smile
Cherish their flatteries of wit!
While I my life of fame beguile
And under my owne vine uncounted sit.
For I have seene the Pine
Famed for its travels ore the Sea:
Broken with stormes and age decline,
And in some creeke unpittied rot away.