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:
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans
In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.