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| And if I flatter any, tis not you [229] |
| But mine owne Iudgement, who did long agoe |
| Pronounce that all these prayses should bee true |
| And Vertue should yor Beauty and Birth outgrow |
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| Now that my Prophesyes are all fulfilld |
| Rather then God should not bee honord too |
| And all those gifts confessd w.ch hee instilld |
| Yor selfe were bound to say that w.ch I doe |
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| So I but yor Recorder am in this |
| Or mouth and spender of the vniuerse |
| A ministeriall notary. ffor tis |
| Not u and fame that make this vese |
| I was yor Prophet in yor younger dayes |
| And now yor Chaplayne God in you to prayse |
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| P. Sappho to Philænis |
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| Where is that holy fire w.ch verse is sayd |
| To haue? Is that enchanting force decayd? |
| Verse, that drawes natures worke from natures Law |
| Thee, her best worke, to her worke cannot draw |
| Haue my Teares quenchd my old Poetique fire |
| Why quenchd they not as well that of desire? |
| Thoughts, my minds Creatures often ar with thee |
| But I theyr Maker want |theyr|* liberty |
| Onely thine Image in my heart doth sitt |
| But that is waxe, and fire envyrons it
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