To the Lady Margaret Countess of Cumberland.
By William Daniel
He that to such a height hath built his mind,
And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong,
As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame
Of his resolved powers; nor all the wind
Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong
His settled peace, or to disturb the same:
What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may
The boundless wastes and wields of man survey.—
And with how free an eye doth he look down
Upon these lower regions of turmoil?10
Where all the storms of passion mainly beat,
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