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Since you are then Gods masterpeece, and so |
His Factor for our loves; do as you doe, |
Make your returne home gracious; and bestow |
Thy life on that; so make one life of two. |
For so God helpe mee,'I would not misse you there |
For all the good which you can do me here. |
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To the Countesse of Bedford. |
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Madame, You have refin'd mee, and to worthyest things |
Vertue, Art, Beauty, Fortune, now I see |
Rarenesse, or use, not nature value brings; |
And such, as they are circumstanc'd, they bee. |
Two ills can nere perplexe us, sinne to'excuse; |
But of two good things, we may leave and chuse. |
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Therefore at Court, which is not vertues clime, |
(Where a transcendent height, (as, lownesse mee)* |
Makes her not be, or not show: all my rime |
Your vertues challenge, which there rarest bee; |
For, as darke texts need notes: there some must bee |
To usher vertue, and say, This is shee.
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[CW: So] |