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57. To my noble Cousin Mr. William Milward.
When I have wanted company sometimes,I've made my self merry with writing rhimes;
And I do hope that reading them you will
Laugh too, and pardon what you finde too ill:
For worth your approbation here is nought;
My whole book being a continual fault.
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