TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER

(1652)

VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,

Than whom a better senator ne'er held The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, repelled

The fierce Epirot and the African bold, Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states hard to be spelled;

Then to advise how war may best, upheld,

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,

In all her equipage; besides, to know Both spiritual power and civil, what each means,

What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have done.

The bounds of either sword to thee we

owe:

not need

From the hard season gaining? Time will

run

On smoother, till Favonius reinspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh at-

tire