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102. To the Lady Mary Cokaine, Viscountess Cullen.
Madam, I hear you do intend to graceYour Rushen with your presence all this year,
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If you resolve the Countrey for your Sphere;
And Lords and Ladies enjoy happiest dayes
When in their homes their right Orbs they appear:
So Stars do glorifie Heaven that keep their Orders,
When Comets do presage ruines and murders.
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