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Here this, and mend thyself, and thou mendst me, [f. 93v] |
By making me being dead, doe good to thee. |
And thinke me well Composd, that I could now |
A last sick hower two Sillables allowe.| |
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Valediction of the booke.| |
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Ile tell thee now (Deare love) what thou shalt doe |
To anger desteny, as she doth vs |
How shall* I* stay, though shee Eloyne me thus |
And how posterity shall know it too. |
How thine may out endure |
Sibells glorie and obscure |
Her who from Pindar could alure, |
And through whose helpe, Lucan is not lame |
And her whole booke (they say) Homer did find & name.| |
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Study those* manuscripts, those Miriades |
Of letters wch haue passd twixt thee, and me; |
Thence write our Annalls, and in them will be |
To all whom loves Subliming, fire invades |
Rule and example found |
There, the faith of any ground |
No Scismatique will dare to wound
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[CW: That] |