To the Lady Margaret Ley

Daughter to that good Earl, once President

Of Englands Council and her Treasury,

Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,

And left them both, more in himself content,

Till the sad breaking of that Parlament

Broke him, as that dishonest victory

At Chæronéa, fatal to liberty,

Kil'd with report that Old man eloquent.

Though later born, then to have known the dayes

Wherein your father flourisht, yet by you,

Madam, me thinks I see him living yet;

So well your words his noble virtues praise,