(2)
Lest all the World prevent what we should do,
And claim a Title in him by their Praise.
(5)
To draw a Fame so truly Circular?
For in a round what order can be shew'd,
Where all the parts so equal perfect are?
(6)
For he was Great e're Fortune made him so;
And Wars, like mists that rise against the Sun,
Made him but greater seem not greater grow.
(7)
But to our Crown he did fresh Jewels bring,
Nor was his Vertue poysoned soon as born
With the two early thoughts of being King.
(8)
But to her ancient servants coy and hard)
Him at that age her favourites rank'd among
When she her best-lov'd Pompey did discard.
(9)
And set as Sea marks for himself to shun;
Not like rash Monacrhs who theiry outh betray
By Acts their Age too late would wish undone.
(10)
We owe that blessing not to him but Heaven,
Which to fair Acts unsought Rewards did joyn,
Rewnads that less to him than us were given