To Sir Henry Wotton at his Going Ambassador to Venice

After those reverend papers, whose soul is
Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name;
By which to you he derives much of his,
And, how he may, makes you almost the same,

A taper of his torch, a copy writ
From his original, and a fair beam
Of the same warm and dazzling sun, though it
Must in another sphere his virtue stream;