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| Her Vertues doe as to theyr proper spheare [209] |
| Returne to dwell with you of whome they were. |
| As perfect motions are all circular |
| So they to you the* sea whence all* streames are. |
| Shee was all spices, you all mettalls, so |
| In you two wee did both rich Indyes know. |
| And as no fire nor rust can spend nor wast |
| One dram̄ of gold, but what was first shall last |
| Though it bee forc'd in water, earth, salt, Ayre |
| Expansd in infinite none will impayre: |
| So to your selfe you may Additions take |
| But nothing can you lesse or changed make |
| Seeke not, in seeking new, to seeme to doubt |
| That you can match her, or not bee without |
| But let some faythfull booke in her roome bee |
| Yet but of Iudith no such booke as shee |
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| To the Lady Cary and her sistr |
| M.rs Essex Rich, From Amiens |
Madame.
Heere where by all, all Saynts invoked ar |
| It were too much Schisme to bee singular |
| And 'gaynst a practise generall to warr |
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| Yet turning to saynts, should my humility |
| To other saynts then you directed bee |
| That were to make my Schisme Heresy |
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| Nor could I bee a Conuertite so cold |
| As not to tell it. If this bee too bold |
| Pardons are in this market cheaply sold
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