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TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFULL George Butler Esquire, one of his Majesties Councell established in the North.
Let others with their pencils and their skillPaint you fresh objects of delight; my quill
Sheds no such various colours: I present
Your eyes with an old Picture that was lent
Man at his first creation. Pray Sir ope
This Paper cabinet that dwells in hope
Of honour from your eye. I dare commend
This Picture, God first limm'd: I onely send
It wrapt in verse: enough had I to do
To be the Poet, not the Painter too.
Yours in all dutie and service John Saltmarsh.
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