Of naturall goodnesse, supernaturall grace,
    Whose courses when considerately I trace
    Into their ends, and diligently looke,
    They serue me for Oeconomike booke. 
    By which this rough world I not onely stemme,
    In goodnesse but grow learn’d by reading them. 
      O pardon me, it my much sorrow is,
    Which makes me vse this long Parenthesis;
    Had heauen this world not hated as I say,
    In height of life it had not, tane away 100
    A spirit so braue, so actiue, and so free,
    That such a one who would not wish to bee,
    Rather then weare a Crowne, by Armes though got,
    So fast a friend, so true a Patriot. 
    In things concerning both the worlds so wise,
    Besides so liberall of his faculties,
    That where he would his industrie bestowe,
    He would haue done, e’re one could think to doe. 
    No more talke of the working of the Starres,
    For plenty, scarcenesse, or for peace, or Warres:  110
    They are impostures, therefore get you hence
    With all your Planets, and their influence. 
    No more doe I care into them to looke,
    Then in some idle Chiromantick booke,
    Shewing the line of life, and Venus mount,
    Nor yet no more would I of them account,
    Then what that tells me, since what that so ere
    Might promise man long life:  of care and feare,
    By nature freed, a conscience cleare, and quiet,
    His health, his constitution, and his diet; 120
    Counting a hundred, fourscore at the least,
    Propt vp by prayers, yet more to be encreast,
    All these should faile, and in his fiftieth yeare
    He should expire, henceforth let none be deare,
    To me at all, lest for my haplesse sake,
    Before their time heauen from the world them take,
    And leaue me wretched to lament their ends
    As I doe his, who was a thousand friends.

Vpon the death of the Lady OLIVE STANHOPE

    Canst thou depart and be forgotten so,
    STANHOPE thou canst not, no deare STANHOPE, no: 
    But in despight of death the world shall see,
    That Muse which so much graced was by thee
    Can black Obliuion vtterly out-braue,
    And set thee vp aboue thy silent Graue. 
    I meruail’d much the Derbian Nimphes were dumbe,
    Or of those Muses, what should be become,
    That of all those, the mountaines there among,
    Not one this while thy Epicediumsung; 10
    But so it is, when they of thee were reft,
    They all those hills, and all those Riuers left,
    And sullen growne, their former seates remoue,
    Both from cleare Darwin, and from siluer Doue,
    And for thy losse, they greeued are so sore,
    That they haue vow’d they will come there no more;