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TO M. MICHAEL DRAYTON.
Long have I wisht, and hop'd my weaker Muse(In nothing strong, but my unhappie Love)
Would give me leave my fortune to approve,
And view the World, as named Poets use;
But still her fruitlesse Bosome doth refuse
To blesse me with indifferencie of Prayse,
Not daring (like to many) to abuse
That Title, which true Worth should onely rayse:
Thus Bank'rout, and despairing of mine owne,
I set my wish and hope (kind Friend) on thee,
Whose Fruit approv'd, and better Fortune knowne,
Tells me, thy Muse my Loves sole Heire must be;
So barren Wombes imbrace their Neighbors yong,
So dumbe Men speake by them that have a Tongue.
Thomas Hassel, Gent.
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