On the Right Honourable and Virtuous Lord Weston, Lord High Treasurer of England, upon the Day He Was Made Earl of Portland, 17. Febr. 1632. To the Envious
Look up, thou seed of envy, and still bring
Thy faint, and narrow eyes, to read the king
In his great actions: view whom his large hand,
Hath raised to be the port unto his land!
Weston! That waking man ! That eye of state!
Who seldom sleeps ! Whom had men only hate!
Why do I irritate, or stir up thee,
Thou sluggish spawn, that canst, but wilt not see!
Feed on thyself for spite, and show thy kind:
To virtue, and true worth, be ever blind.
Dream thou couldst hurt it, but before thou wake,
To effect it; feel, thou hast made thine own heart ache.
Thy faint, and narrow eyes, to read the king
In his great actions: view whom his large hand,
Hath raised to be the port unto his land!
Weston! That waking man ! That eye of state!
Who seldom sleeps ! Whom had men only hate!
Why do I irritate, or stir up thee,
Thou sluggish spawn, that canst, but wilt not see!
Feed on thyself for spite, and show thy kind:
To virtue, and true worth, be ever blind.
Dream thou couldst hurt it, but before thou wake,
To effect it; feel, thou hast made thine own heart ache.
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