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| As with the Jewes guide God did; he did show |
| Him the rich land, but bar'd his entry in, |
| Our slownes is our punishment and sinne; |
| Perchance, these Spanish businesse being done, |
| Which as the Earth betweene the Moone and Sun |
| Eclipse the light which Guyana would give, |
| Our discontinued hopes we shall retrive: |
| But if (as All th'All must) hopes smoake away, |
| Is not Almightie Vertue'an India? |
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| If men be worlds, there is in every one |
| Some thing to answere in some proportion |
| All the worlds riches: And in good men, this |
| Vertue, our formes forme and our soules soule is. |
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| To M. I. L. |
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| Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart |
| Which with thy name begins, since their depart, |
| Whether in the English Provinces they be, |
| Or drinke of Po, Sequan, or Danubie, |
| There's none that sometimes greets us not, and yet |
| Your Trent is Lethe', that past, us you forget, |
| You doe not duties of Societies, |
| If from the'embrace of a lov'd wife you rise, |
| View your fat Beasts, stretch'd Barnes, and labour'd fields, |
| Eate, play, ryde, take all joyes which all day yeelds,
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