To the Lady Margaret Ley

    Of England's Council and her Treasury¹

    Who lived in both unstain'd with gold or fee

    And left them both more in himself content

    Till the sad breaking of that Parliament

    Broke him as that dishonest victory

    At Ch？roneia fatal to liberty

    Kill'd with report that old man eloquent；—

    Though later born than to have known the days

    Wherein your father flourish'd yet by you

    Madam methinks I see him living yet；

    So well your words his noble virtues² praise

    That all both judge you to relate them true

    And to possess them honour'd Margaret.