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Epigr. 39. Ad Essexia comitem.
If I could turne my verse into desart,Or tune my sense to thy nobilitie.
Great Essex, then should'st thou enjoy my arte,
And chalenge me thy Poet worthely.
But since I cannot equall thee with art
Take thy reward out of thine owne desart.
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