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IIII. To King James.
How, best of Kings, dost thou a Scepter beare!How, best of Poets, dost thou Laurell weare!
But two things rare, the Fates had in their store,
And gave thee both, to shew they could no more.
For such a Poet, while thy daies were greene,
Thou wert, as chiefe of them are said t'have been.
And such a Prince thou art we daily see,
As chiefe of those still promise they will bee.
Whom should my Muse then flye to, but the best
Of Kings for grace; of Poets for my test?
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