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TO MY KINDE FRIEND DA: MURRAY.
In new attire (and put most neatly on)Thou Murray mak'st thy passionate Queene apeare,
As when she sat on the Numidian throne,
Deck'd with those Gems that most refulgent were.
So thy stronge muse her maker like repaires,
That from the ruins of her wasted urne,
Into a body of delicious ayres:
Againe her spirit doth transmigrated turne,
That scortching soile which thy great subject bore,
Bred those that coldly but expres'd her merit,
But breathing now upon our colder shore,
Here shee hath found a noble fiery spirit,
Both there, and here, so fortunate for Fame,
That what she was, she's every where the same.
M. Drayton.
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