Disclosed, and set up, before your GRACE, To represent those _Beauties_, wherein lurkes, More sweetnesse, than in _Picture-drawers_ Workes; And shew, how temp’rall _Glories_, and _Affections_, Have hourely ripened you, for those _Perfections_ That, make _Immortall_; and, which are that _End_, Whereto, all Earthly _Graces_, ought to tend. Then, if your EXCELLENCE, desire to heare, Those MVSES, honour you, whose prayses are Attending _Vertue_; and, shall please to live That _Life of Glory_, which my _Verse_ can give; Your GRACES favour, (when you please) hath pow’rs To make both MEE, and all my _Muses_ yours. And, wee are hopefull, that, so well wee know Your _Merits_, and those _Duties_, which wee owe, That, wee shall raise, your HONOVR’S _Trophies_ high, Though, _Wee our selves_ upon the pavement lie. Thus, I have made mine _Offring_; and I stand Attending, now, to kisse your GRACES hand. _Your GRACES_ _in all humilitie_, GEO: WITHER. TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTY Prince, _JAMES_, Duke _of_ LENNOX, _&c._ _When =RICHMOND=, your beloved =Vnkle=, liv’d, (For whose departure, all this =Empire= griev’d, And, yet laments) his GRACE did not refuse To deigne respects, to my obscured MVSE; Nor scorne, from =Highest-worth=, to stoope so low, As, mee, in my despisednesse, to know: And, had not =Bashfulnesse= restrain’d my =Wit=, From pressing-on, (when he incourag’d it,) My PEGASVS, had learn’d, e’re now, to rise, Which, yet, with lame, and sickly =Feathers= flies. But, HEE hath left us; and, I thought not on The losse I had of HIM, till he was gone; Nor could I dreame, till he did hence ascend, What t’was to want an =Honourable-friend=: Nor, what they feele, whom =Fate= constraines, to tarry On stormy Plaines, without a SANCTVARIE. Assoone, as from among us, he made wing, My =Hopes= did waine, and, I began to sing A =Mournfull-song=, not easie to forget; Because, I beare the =burthen= of it, yet. Nor was I silent (though my =Epicede= Appear’d not, for the publike eye to reade) But, griev’d in private, as one wanting =Art=, To give, the =Life of praise=, to his desart: Which, if I could have equall’d with his =Name=, His =Death= had gain’d my =Verse=, a =living-Fame=. And, why expresse I this? except it give Your GRACE, a fit occasion to perceive, That, my decayed =Hopes= I would renew, And, faine derive them downe, from HIM to YOV? That, as you branched from his Princely =Stemme=; (Are, honour’d with his =Ducall-Diadem=) And, imitate his Vertue; So, you might Be =Lord=, in mee, of that, which was his right: And, for his Noble sake, vouchsafe to own A =Servant=, which, to you, is yet unknowne.