TO MR. CHRISTOPHER BROOKE, FROM THE ISLAND
VOYAGE WITH THE EARL OF ESSEX.
THOU which art I-'tis nothing to be so-
Thou which art still thyself, by these shalt know
Part of our passage; and a hand or eye
By Hilliard drawn is worth a history
By a worse painter made; and, without pride,
When by thy judgment they are dignified,
My lines are such. 'Tis the pre-eminence
Of friendship only to impute excellence.
England, to whom we owe what we be and have,
Sad that her sons did seek a foreign grave
-For Fate's or Fortune's drifts none can soothsay;
Honour and misery have one face, and way—
1. 11. 1669, gainsay
1. 12. So 1633, 1669; 1635, one way