Mens immota manet
To Sir ROBERT JERMYN Knight.
By vertue hidde, behoulde, the Iron harde,
The loadestone drawes, to poynte unto the starre:
Whereby, wee knowe the Seaman keepes his carde,
And rightlie shapes, his course to countries farre:
And on the pole, dothe ever keepe his eie,
And withe the same, his compasse makes agree.
Which shewes to us, our inward vertues shoulde,
Still drawe our hartes, althoughe the iron weare:
The havenlie starre, at all times to behoulde,
To shape our course, so right while wee bee heare:
That Scylla, and Charybdis, wee maie misse,
And winne at lengthe, the porte of endlesse blisse.