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[These are the Lines that shew thy Face; but those]
These are the Lines that shew thy Face; but thoseThat shew thy Grace and Glory, brighter bee:
Thy Faire-Discoueries and Fowle-Overthrowes
Of Salvages, much Civilliz'd by thee,
Best shew thy Spirit; and to it Glory Wyn;
So, thou art Brasse without, but Golde within.
If so; in Brasse, too soft Smiths Acts to beare,
I fix thy Fame, to make Brasse Steele out weare.
Thine, as thou art Virtues, John Davies. Heref:
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