Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old

Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old, Then whome a better Senatour nere held The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld The feirce Epeirot & the African bold, Whether to settle peace or to unfold The drift of hollow states hard to be spelld, Then to advise how warr may best, upheld, Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold In all her equipage; besides to know Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes, What severs each, thou 'hast learnt, which few have don The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow. Therefore on thy firme hand religion leanes In peace, and reck'ns thee her eldest son.