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On the Right Honourable, and vertuous Lord Weston, L. high Treasurer of England,
Upon the Day, Hee was made Earle of Portland.
To the Envious.
Looke up thou seed of envie, and still bringThy faint, and narrow eyes, to reade the King
In his great Actions: view whom his large hand,
Hath rais'd to be the Port unto his Land!
Weston! That waking man! that Eye of State!
Who seldome sleepes! whom bad men only hate!
Why doe I irritate, or stirre up thee,
Thou sluggish spawne, that canst, but wilt not see!
Feed on thy selfe for spight, and shew thy Kind:
To vertue, and true worth, be ever blind.
Dreame thou could'st hurt it, but before thou wake,
T' effect it; Feele, thou 'ast made thine owne heart ake.
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