To the Lady Margaret Ley

DAUGHTER to that good Earl once President
Of England's Council and her Treasury1

Who lived in both unstain'd with gold or fee

And left them both more in himself content

Till the sad breaking of that Parliament

Broke him as that dishonest victory

At Ch？roneia fatal to liberty

Kill'd with report that old man eloquent；

Though later born than to have known the days

Wherein your father flourish'd yet by you

Madam methinks I see him living yet；

So well your words his noble virtues2 praise

That all both judge you to relate them true

And to possess them honour'd Margaret.