To the Lady Margaret Ley

 Daughter to that good Earl, one President 
Of England’s Council and her Treasury, 
Who lived in both unstained 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?ronea, fatal to liberty, 
Killed with report that old man eloquent, 
Though later born than to have known the days 
Wherein your father flourished, yet by you, 
Madam, methinks I see him living yet: 
So well your words his noble virtues praise 
That all both judge you to relate them true 
And to possess them, honoured Margaret.

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