The Fox the Lions sight extreamelie fear'd
haveing his force, and feircenes onelie heard;
And, the first time, was Ague-struck to see
his dangerous Pawes, and King-like Majestie;
The second meeting-time, approaching nere,
A warmer courage thaw'd away his feare:
The third, you would have thought, he had his Twin
his Den-fellowe, or long acquaintance bin.
T'was onlie custome; for the Fox had skill
to know the Lion, was a Lion, still,
Such is my case: for when I first did see
the Patent, of your Immortalitie,
Your workes, by whose full Style, Strong Witt, I knew
so long as English liv'd, so long would you!
I should have quak'd, if I had thought to write
to Phoebus, his owne wonder, Mans Delight!
That which augments my Courage, with such Store,
is not I like you lesse; But know you more.
I thought you proud, for I did surely knowe,
had I Ben: Jonson, bene, I had beene soe.
And thought it was forgiveable, nay fitt
for him, whose Muse had such wit-wonders, writt.
Now I recant; And doubt, whether your Store
of Ingenuity, or Ingenie, be more!
I wish your Wealth were equall to them both,
You have deserv'd it: yet I should be loth
that want, should a Quotidian trouble bee
to such a Zeno, in Phylosophie;
Shame's wants worst companie; and t'is no shame
to want in Mettall, and be rich in fame.
In Hell, it might Sejanus spirits raise
that your pen spoke of him, although Dispraise.
Hee sure would choose a mention from your Quill,
rather, then t'have bene fix't a Favorite still.
Hee may allow Tiberius thanks, not hate;
his worser, hath begot his better Fate.
Hee had not cause to joy, so in that hower
he second was in place; but first, in power,
of all the world! Then can there be a Blisse
to be compar'd, nay to come neare to his?
Whom this your Quill (not differing from your hart)
hath often mencioned, on the better part?
Shall he that all els cures, himself not live?
can you want that, you can to others give?
None gives but what hee hath; that happines
You deale abroad, still you your-self possesse:
Though given to others, it becomes their Due:
it, echo-like, reverberates to yow!
That   Earle of Warwick, which (past Poetrie)
AEqual'd the acts of fabulous Sir Guy,
With whom, still, like his Page, Destruction came:
Whose Armes got fewer Conquest's then his Name:
Whom, to his end, scare infinite od's could bring;
chose rather to create, then be a King.
Let his Example then, exclude all woe:
that Man's most happie, that makes others soe.

Ipse ego qui nullos me affirmo scribere versus
Invenior Parthis mendacior, et prius orto
Sole, vigil calamum, et chartas, et scrinia posco.  

Your Sonne and servant. Lucius Cary.