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att New=Yeares tide.| This twylight of two yeares; not past, nor next Some Embleme is of mee, or I of this: Who Meteor like, of stuffe, and forme perplext Whose, what and where in disputation is, If I should call mee any thinge, should misse I summe the yeares, and mee; and finde mee nott Debtor, to the Old, nor Creditor to new; That cannot saie, my thanks, I haue forgott Nor trust I this with hopes: and yett scarse true, This brauerie is, since these tymes shewd mee yow. In recompence I would shew future tymes What yow were, and teach them, to vrge toward such, Verse embalmes Vertue, And Tombes or thrones of Rimes, Preserues fraile transitorie Fame, as mvch As Spice doth bodies, from corrupt aires touch Mine are short liud: The tincture of your name Creates in them, but dissipates as fast New Spiritts, for stronge Agents, with the same Force that doth warme, And cherish vs, doth wast, kept hott with strong extracts, no bodies last. So my verse, built of your iust praise, might want Reason, and likelyhood, the firmest Base And made of Miracle, now faith is scant. Will vanish soone, and so possesse no place, And yow and itt, too, mvch grace might disgrace [CW: when] |
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