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| To M.r T. L. |
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| Blest are yor Northparts, for all this long time [220] |
| My sunn is with you, cold and darke is our clime |
| Heauens Sunn w.ch stayd so long from vs this yeare |
| Stayd in yor North, I thinke, for shee was there |
| And hither by kind Nature drawne from thence |
| Heere rages, chafes, and threatens pestilence |
| Yet I, as long as shee from hence doth stay, |
| Thinke this no South nor Sum̄er, nor no day. |
| With thee my kind and vnkind hart is runn |
| There sacrifice it to that beauteous sunne. |
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| So may thy pastures with theyr flowery feasts |
| As suddaynly as Lard, fatt thy leane beasts. |
| So may thy woods oft polld yet, ever weare |
| A Greene and (when shee list) a golden hayre. |
| So may all thy sheepe bring forth Twinns and so |
| In chase and race may thy Horse all outgoe |
| So may thy loue and courage ne're bee cold |
| Thy sonne ne're ward, thy young wife ne're seeme old |
| But mayst thou wish greate things and them attayne |
| As thou tellst her, and none but her, my payne. |
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| To S.r Henry Wootton at his going |
| Embassador to Venice. |
| After those reverend papers, (whose soule is |
| Our good and greate kings lov'd hand, and fear'd name |
| By which to you hee deriues much of his |
| And, how hee may, makes you almost the same |
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| A Taper of his Torch; a Coppy writt |
| ffrom his Originall, and a fayre beame |
| Of the same warme and dazeling sunn, though it |
| Must in another spheare his virtue streame)
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