This Manner Of Writing Wherein Knowing Myself

Daughter To That Good Earl, Once 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 Sad The Breaking Of That Parliament Broke Him, As That Dishonest Victory At Chaeronea, 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.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse

Athens, The Eye Of Greece, Mother Of Arts And Eloquence.