To The Right Honourable, Edmvnd, Lord Sheffield, After His Recovery From A Dangerous Sickness Poem by John Ashmore

When sickness late Heroïck Sheffield prest,
Pallas was sick, and Mavors wisht to die:
Pallas, whom still he harbourd in his brest;
And Mars, who alwayes rais'd his thoughts on high.
And if that death had taken him away,
Mavors, and Pallas, both, had dy'd that day.
Which Atropos, who came with murthering knife,
Perceiving, cast the same out of her hand;
And did refuse to cut his line of life
Whose worthy praise is spread by Sea and Land;
And said; Nay live: yea, and forever live.
So ioy to men, and life to gods I give.