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| To Mr R: W.| |
| Muse not that by thy Mind thy body is led: [f. 29v] |
| for by thy Mind, my Mind's distempered. |
| So thy Care Lives Long, for I bearing part |
| It eates not only thyne, but my swolne hart. |
| And when it giues vs intermission |
| We take new harts for it to feede vpon. |
| But as a Lay Mans Genius doth controule |
| body & mind; the Muse beeing the Soules Soule |
| Of Poets, yt methinks should ease or anguish, |
| Allthough or bodyes wither & minds Languish. |
| Wright then, that my griefes wch thyne got may bee |
| Cur'd by thy charming soveraigne melodee. |
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| To Mr C. B.| |
| Thy frind whom thy deserts to thee enchaine |
| Vrg'd by this inexcusable occasion |
| Thee & the Saint of his affection |
| Leaving behind, doth of both wants complaine. |
| And let the Love I beare to both sustaine |
| No blott nor maime by diuision |
| Strong is this Love wch tyes or harts in one |
| And strong yt Love pursued wt amorous payne. |
| And though besides thy selfe I leaue behind |
| Heauens liberall & Earths thrice fairer Sonne |
| Going to wher sterne winter ay doth wonne |
| Yet Loves hott fyres wch martir my sad mind |
| Do send forth scalding sighes, wch haue the art |
| To melt all Ice but yt wch walls her hart. |