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1 To the Lady Rogers, th' authors wiues Mother.
If I but speake words of a pleasing sound:
Yea though the same be but in sport and play,
You bid me peace, or else a thousand pound,
Such words shall worke out of my childrens way.
When you say thus, I haue no word to say.
Thus without Obligation, I stand bound,
Thus, wealth makes you command, hope me obay.
But let me finde this true another day:
Else when your body shall be brought to ground,
Your soule to blessed Abrahams bosome, I.
May with good manners giue your soule the lye.
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