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from France Madam Here where by all, all Saincts Adored are Twere too mvch Scisme to bee singulare, And gainst a practise generall to warr; Yet tvrninge too Saints, should my hvmilitie To other sainte then yow directed bee That were to make my Scisme; Heresie. Nor would I bee a votarie soe cold. As not to tell yow: if this bee too bold, Pardons are in this market cheaplie sold; Where becawse faith is in too lowe degree, I thought some Apostleship in mee To speake things which by faith alone I see That is of yow, who are a firmament Of Vertues, where noe one is growne, nor spent They are your Materiælls, not your Ornament Others whome wee call vertuous are not soe In their whole substance, but their vertues growe But in their hvmors, and at seasons showe. |
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