Anonymous - 'For Mr Thomas Egerton on His Birthday' (The Baby Poem) lyrics

Truly less I cannot do Than prepare a line or two For my little namesake, which Prisoner is for spot on breech. [a few illegible lines in the man*script] What caused spots, if you must know, ‘Twas his honesty, in truth. Sweet lad, I devoutly pray Thou d**h's tribute mayst withhold Till that age th'art of today Over forty times be told, In which time mayst thou acquire So much wealth & wisdom too As your noble great grandsire & then make your exit. So He began, just as you do, Born alike & named & nursed. He was this, I'll tell you too, Chanc'llor of the rattle first. This I hope will come to pa**. Oh, though I first dead must be. While I live then here's a gla** ‘Bove the brim to little he. (From the man*script in the Bridgewater Collection, Huntington Library, San Marino, California.)