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To his familiar frend.
No image carued with coonnyng hand, no cloth of purple dye,No precious weight of metall bright, no siluer plate gyue I:
Such gear allures not heuēly herts: such gifts no grace they bring:
I lo, yt know your minde, will send none such. what then? nothing.
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