To Sr Henry Vane the Younger by John Milton Lyrics

         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.
         Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes
         In peace, & reck'ns thee her eldest son.