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Go from a Bodie, att this Sepulcher ben̅, And issuing from the Sheete, this bodie seene Hee would haue Iustly thought his bodie a Soule If not of any Man, yett of the whole. All haile Sweete Poett, more full of more strong fire Then hath, or shall enkyndle any Spiritt, I loud what Nature gaue thee; but this meritt Of Witt; and Art I loue not but admire. Who haue before, or shall write after thee Their Workes, though toughly labourd will bee Like Infancie, or Age, to Mans firme staie; Or, earlie, and late twy=lights to mid-daie. Men saie, and truly, that they better bee, Which bee envied, then pitied: therefore I, Because I wish thee best, do thee envie. O wouldst thou, by like reason, pittie mee But care not for mee; I that ever was In Natures, and in fortunes giftes (Alas Before thy grace, gott in the Muses schoole) A Monster, and A Begger, am a foole.| |
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