A PANEGYRICKE. 



But Pleasure, Pompe, and inter-larded Ease 

 Possesse great Land-lords ; who, for rebell Groundes, 

 Do Racke their Rents, and idely live on these ; 

 Or spoyle their Tenants Cropp with carelesse Houndes. 



But this rare Spirit, (that hath nor Flesh, nor Bone, 

 But Man even in the Abstract) hunts for Wealth 

 With Witt) that runnes where Profit should be sowne 

 By wholesome Fames ; so, reaps both Wealth, & Health. 



Whether the Cost, or Time, which he hath spent 

 Be most, it's hard to say : for, twenty yeares 

 His Pounds, by thousands, he his Grounds hath lent, 

 Which payes now use, on use, as it appeares. 



The Place wherein is fall'n His happy Lott 

 Hight Golden- Valley ; and so justly held : 

 His Royall TRENCH, is as his melting Pott, 

 Whence issues Liquid-gold the Vale to gild ! 



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that I had a World of glorious wordes, 



In golden Verse (with gold) to paint his praise, 



1 would blinde Envies Eyes, and make Land-lords 

 By this Sunnes rising ; see their Sonnes to raise. 



But 6 ! this is not all thou dost behight 



Deere Vaughan, thy Deere- Country for her good ; 



For, thou resolv'st to raise that (a) benefit (a) The 



Out of thy private care ; and Livlyhood. 



9 Thy 



