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[To nothing fitter can I Thee compare]
To nothing fitter can I Thee compare,Then to the Sonne of some rich Penny-father,
Who having now brought on his end with Care,
Leaves to his Sonne all he had heap'd together;
This new rich Novice, lavish of his chest,
To one Man gives, doth on another spend,
Then heere he riots, yet amongst the rest,
Haps to lend some to one true honest Friend.
Thy Gifts thou in Obscuritie doest waste,
False Friends thy kindnesse, borne but to deceive Thee;
Thy Love, that is on the unworthy plac'd,
Time hath thy Beautie, which with Age will leave thee;
Onely that little which to Me was lent,
I give Thee backe, when all the rest is spent.
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