To the Right Honourable, David, Visc. Stormouth, Lord Scone

David was ruddy , and like so are yee,
A David rightly in the same you be,
Vertue may by the countenance be seene,
I'th face may be discerv'd, what one hath bin,
Doubtlesse when as a ruddy comely ray ,

Most noble Sir, a body doth display,
Vertue not being in the soule within,
Rightly such one true beauty hath not seene,
Rightly you though in soule and body rich,
Au ruddy rayes do force most comely reach,
You well may be a David and may Raigne
Eternally Gods praises to maintaine.
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