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Epig. 292. To my beloued friend Mr. Robert Sharpe.

A line or two, shall meate my loue to thee;
But then my Muse must nimbly stirre her winge:
Or els my loue should most penurious bee:
Not so: for, Turtles loue, yet cannot singe:
Yet singe I of Thee thus; thy hart I finde
Worthy of loue, sith tis as good, as kinde.