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Well-languag'd Danyel: Brooke, whose polisht lines
Are fittest to accomplish high designes,
Whose pen (it seemes) still young Apollo guides;
Worthy the forked Hill, for euer glides
Streames from thy braine, so faire, that time shall see
Thee honour'd by thy Verse, and it by thee.
And when thy Temples well-deseruing Bayes,
Might impe a pride in thee to reach thy praise,
As in a Crystall glasse, fill'd to the ring
With the cleare water of as cleare a spring,
A steady hand may very safely drop
Some quantity of gold, yet o're the top
Not force the liquor run: although before
The Glasse (of water) could containe no more:
Yet so, all-worthy Brooke, though all men sound
With plummets of iust praise thy skill profound,
Thou in thy verse those attributes canst take,
And not apparent ostentation make,

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That any second can thy vertues raise,
Striuing as much to hide as merit praise.