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All newes I thinke sooner reach thee than me;
Havens are Heavens, and Ships wing'd Angels be,
The which both Gospell, and sterne threatnings bring;
Guianaes harvest is nipt in the spring,
I feare; And with us (me thinkes) Fate deales so
As with the Iewes guide God did; he did show
Him the rich land, but barr'd his entry in,
Our slownesse is our punishment and sinne;
Perchance, these Spanish businesses being done;
Which as the earth betweene the Moon and Sunne
Ecclipse the light which Guiana would give,
Our discontinued hopes we shall retrieve:
But if (as All th'All must) hopes smoak away,
Is not Almighty'Vertue an India?
If men be worlds, there is in every one
Some thing to answer in* some proportion
All the worlds riches: And in good men, this
Vertue, our formes forme, and our souls soule is.
To M. I. L.
Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart
Which with thy name begins, since their depart,
Whether in the English Provinces they bee,
Or drinke of Po, Sequan, or Danubie,
There's none that sometime greets us not, and yet
Your Trent is Lethe',that past, us you forget,
You doe not duties of Societies,

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