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[Thy learned Poeme (Friend) I will not prayse]

Thy learned Poeme (Friend) I will not prayse,
Nor will commend Matildas chastitie,
Shee by thy Muse, her fame from grave doth rayse,
And hie conceit, thy lines doth dignifie.
But that in this, the honour thou doost give,
To that sweet Maide in whose unspotted minde,
Matildas rarest vertues yet doe live,
As two so like the world can hardly finde.
Fayre Lucie with Matilda but compare,
In all regards of perfect modestie,
And see how like in every good they are,
And then thy choyce with judgement ratifie.
And I who know the worth of thy fit choyce,
Approve it good, both with my pen and voyce.
Anonimos.