_=TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE= PHILLIP, _Earle of_ PEMBROOKE, and MOVNTGOMERIE, &c. Lord =Chamberlaine= of the Houshould, =Knight= of the most honourable Order of the =Garter=, and one of his =Majesties= most Honourable =Privie-Councell=._ _My Honourable_ LORD, Though, _Worthlesse_ in my owne repute I am; And, (though my _Fortune_, so obscures my Name Beneath my _Hopes_; that, now, it makes me seeme As little worth, in other mens esteeme, As in mine owne;) yet, when my _Merits_ were No better, than, to most, they now appeare, It pleased some, ev’n some of those that had The _Noblest Names_, (and, those of whom was made The best Account) so lowly to descend, As, my well-meaning _Studies_, to befriend. Among those WORTHIES, I may both bemone (My selfe in HIM) and memorize, for _One_, Your much renowned BROTHER, as a _Chiefe_ In bringing to my waned _Hopes_, reliefe; And, in my _Faculties_, were I as able To honour _Him_, as he was honourable, I would have showne, how, all this _Emperie_ Hath lost a _Friend_, in HIM, as much as I. To MEE, so freely, of his owne accord It pleased HIM, his _Favours_, to afford; That, when our learned, and late _Sov’raigne-Prince_, (By others mis-informed) tooke offence At my Free _Lines_; HEE, foun’d such _Meanes_ and _Place_ To bring, and reconcile mee to his _Grace_; That, therewithall, his _Majestie_ bestow’d A Gift upon mee, which his _Bountie_ show’d: And, had inrich’d mee; if, what was intended, Had not, by othersome, beene ill befriended. But, as I long time, suffred have by those Who labour’d much, my thrivings, to oppose: So, _I my selfe_, (although not out of pride, As many thinke it) have so much relide Vpon the _Royall-Gift_, neglecting so To fortifie the same, as others do By making Friends; that my estate grew lesse (By more than twice five hundred Marks decrease) Through that, which for, my profit was bestowne. And, I, ere this, had wholly been undone; But, that the _Wealth_, which I relie on, most, Consists in things, which never can be lost. Yet, by his _Losse_, I have _Occasions_ had To feele, why other men are often sad. And, I, (who blushed, to be troublesome To any Friend) therby, almost am come To such a passe; that, what I wish to have, I should grow impudent enough to _Crave_, Had not impartiall _Death_, and wasting _Time_, Of all my Friends quite worne away the _Prime_; And, left mee none, to whom I dare present The meanest suite without encouragement: Although, the greatest _Boone_, I would implore, Should cost them, but a _Word_, or little more. Yet, some there are, no doubt, for whose respect I might endeavour, with no vaine effect;