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To Sir Henry
Vane the Younger
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:
Therefore on thy firm
hand Religion leans
In peace, and reckons thee her
eldest son.
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