To my Lord of Portland for a nights Lodging

To my Lord of Portland for a nights Lodging at his house in Wittlesey as I past for Norfolk the 20th of August 1661—in whose absence I was freely entertained by his servant Cole.

In Time of Owld when smiling Fate
Crownd this or That Day more Fortunate
The Custom was to skoar it on
With better marke from whiter ston
 Instead of which least I pass bye
 My happy Luck's Conveniency
 None other than a Cole I'le Use
 To help my Pen and Prompt my Muse
 In rendring Thanks and Prayses due
 Unto your Servant House and You—
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