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John Milton - Sonnet XVII. To Sir Henry Vane The Younger
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Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old,  
  Than whom a better senator ne`er held  
  The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms repell`d  
  The fierce Epirot and the African bold,  
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold 
  The drift of hollow states hard to be spell`d,  
  Then to advise how war may best, upheld,  
  Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,  
In all her equipage: besides to know  
  Both spiritual pow`r and civil, what each means, 
  What severs each, thou hast learn`d, which few have done:
The bounds of either sword to thee we owe:  
  Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans  
  In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.
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