[On the Portrait of Piet Hein]

Hollands Iasonides looketh, conquerour, as heere;

For his conquering face, let noman wish to see ‘t;

The Spaniard, that abideth the sunne-beames from so neere,

Redeem’d those fiercer lookes with all his golden fleet.

[On William Welwood]

Well wood I Welwood lived and saw himself undone,

Even after he is gone.

Well wood he, by mij troth I know not, weepe or laugh,

At such an Epitaphe.

To the Most Honourable Ladij Stanhope.

With My Holy Dayes

Brave Henrie Wottons Neece, perfect modell of Grace,

Full place of honour and full honour of your place;

Cast a mercifull eije upon the weake expressions

Of a repenting heart for so manij transgressions

That, if I stammer at the mischiefs of mij youth,

I’ have reason to suppose the number stops my mouth.

How ever, these are sparkes of better flames, I trust,

And of a fairer Fire, when Diuell, World and Lust Shall laij as conquerd foes at mij victorious feet.

Then shall you see this wood much drier then you see’t,

And readier to burne: then shall I doe the thing,

The holye thing, that now I doe but speake and sing.

Till then I’ll thinke mij life a little out of crime,

If you beleeve me but an honest man in Rime.