Harvey, the happy above happiest men I read: that sitting like a Looker-on Of this worldes dislikes of each condition: And as one carelesse of suspition, Ne fawnest for the favour of the great: Ne fearest foolish reprehension Of faulty men, which daunger to thee threat But freely doest, or what thee list, entreat, Like a great Lord of peerelesse liberty: Lifting the Good up to high Honours seat, And the Evill damning evermore to dy. For Life, and Death is in thy doomefull writing: So thy renowme lives ever by endighting.
