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| To the Countess of Salisbury. Aug: 1614 |
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| Faire, Greate, and good, since seeing you; wee see [f. 53] |
| What heaven can doe, & what anie earth can be, |
| Since now yo:r bewty shines, now when the sunne |
| Growen stale, is to so low a value runne.| |
| That his discheveld beames, and scattered fires |
| Serves* but for ladies perewigs, and tires |
| In lovers sonnetts, yo:u come to repaire |
| Godes booke of creatures, teaching what is faire |
| Since now, when all is witherd, shroncke & dride |
| All vertue ebd out, to a dead lowe tide, |
| All the worldes frame being crumbled into sand |
| Where everie man thinkes by himself to stand |
| Integrety, Freindshipp, and Confidence |
| Ciments of greatnes, being vapourd hence |
| And narrow man, being fild wth little shares |
| Courte, Citty, Church, are all shops of small wares |
| All having blowne to sparkes, their noble fire |
| And drawne their sound gold-Ingott into wire |
| All trying by a loue of littlenes |
| To make abridgments, and to draw to less |
| Even that nothing, wch at first we weare
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[CW: Since] |