To the High and Noble Prince George, Duke, Marquis, and Earl of Buckingham

Never my book's perfection did appear

Till I had got the name of Villars here:

Now 'tis so full that when therein I look

I see a cloud of glory fills my book.

Here stand it still to dignify our Muse,

Your sober handmaid, who doth wisely choose

Your name to be a laureate wreath to her

Who doth both love and fear you, honoured sir.