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But (Sr) I aduise you not, I rather doe [204]
Say o're those Lessons which I learnt of you
Whome (free from Germans Scismes, and lightnesse
Of ffrance and fayre Italyes faithlesnesse
Hauing from these suck'd all they had of worth
And brought home that fayth w.ch you carryd forth)
I througly loue. But, if my selfe I haue wonne
To knowe my Rules, I haue and you haue Donne
To the Countesse of Bedford.
Reason is our soules left hand, fayth her right
By these wee reach Diuinity, That's you
Theyr Loues who haue the blessing of yor sight
Grew from theyr reason, mine from fayre fayth grewe
But as, although a squint lefthandednesse
Bee vngratious; yet wee cannot want that hand
So would I (not to encrease but to expresse
My fayth) as I beleeue, so vnderstand
Therefore I study you first in yor saynts
Those frinds whome yor Election glorifies
Then in yor Deeds accesses and restraints
And what you read and what yorselfe deuise
But soone the Reasons why you are lou'd of all
Growe infinite, and so passe reasons reach
Then back agayne to implicite fayth I fall
And rest on what the Catholike voyce doth teach

[CW: That you]