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20. Againe vpon the same subiect.

Truthe shewes her selfe is secrett of her truste,
Wisdome her grace in honor of her love;

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Vertue her life, wher loue is not vniust,
Loue in his sweetes that dothe no sorrow p've.
Truth hath in hate to heere a fainèd tale,
Wisdome doth frowne, when ffollie is in place;
Honor is gon, where beawtie is to sale,
And vertue dies where loue is in disgrace.
I leave yor truthe to yor desirèd truste,
Yor wisdome to the wounder of the wise;
Yor highest ioye to iudgment of the iust,
Wher vertue lives, and honor neuer dyes;
And hee vouchsafes yow that all truth p'serueth
What truth of loue, and loue of truthe deserueth
Finis.