To the Right Honourable Francis, Earle of Bedford, and Lord Russell

From danger must that prudent heart be free,
Rightly that them beforehand will foresee,
A wise man sees the plague before it come,
Not to be hurt thereby, the same will shun:
Chiefly intending how to go aside
In wisdom, from the trap his foes do hide:
So Shipmen, as they passe upon the Seas.

Regard, and so avoide the Rocks with ease
Vanity 'tis to fall into the pit,
So by that means to get quite out of it.
Such one tight honour'd Lord, you are not, for
Ever the Rocks of danger you abbor.
Let those who know you then, truth but confesse,
Lively I you Scylla's Refuser ghesse,
En doth an admiration but professe.
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