text: That neither fame nor love might wanting be
  To greatness, Cary, I sing that and thee;
  Whose house, if it no other honor had,
  In only thee might be both great and glad;
  Who, to upbraid the sloth of this our time,
  Durst valor make almost, but not, a crime;
  Which deed I know not, whether were more high,
  Or thou more happy, it to justify
  Against thy fortune: when no foe, that day,
  Could conquer thee but chance, who did betray.
  Love thy great loss, which a renown hath won,
  To live when Broick not stands, nor Ruhr doth run.
  Love honors, which of best example be
  When they cost dearest and are done most free;
  Though every fortitude deserves applause,
  It may be much or little in the cause.
  Hes valiantst that dares fight, and not for pay;
  That virtuous is, when the rewards away.