Sinopsis

Sir, by your Merit led, to you I bring A Laurel-wreath, but 'tis too mean a thing For your high Worth and Parts, which we In vain would Blazon by such Heraldry: For Laurel, Palm, and Olive, may set forth Our Love to you, but not express your worth; Which doth exceed these humble types, as far As Titan's Rays outshine a twinkling Star: I'll say no more, lest while I make You best,