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But if, (as all the All mvst) hopes smoake a waie. Is not Almightie Vertue an India? If Men bee Worlds, there is in every one, Somethinge to answere, in some proportion; All the Worlds riches: And in good men this Vertue, our formes, forme, and our sowles soule is| Of that short roule of freinds writt in my hart Which with thy name beginns since their depart Whether in the English Prouinces they bee, Or drinke of Po, Seouane, or Danubye Theres none that some tymes greetes vs not, and yett Your Trent is Lethe; that past vs you forgett, Yow doe not duties of Sosieties, If from the embrace of a loud wife yow rise, Vew your fatt Beasts, stretchd Barnes and labourd fields Eate, plaie, Ride, take all Ioyes, which all daie yealdes And then againe to your embracements goe; Some howres on vs your friends, and some bestowe Vppon your Muse: Els both wee shall repent; I that my loue, Shee, that her gifts on yow are spent| Blest are your North partes. for all this longe time My Sun is with yow; cold, and darke is your clime. |
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