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SONNET XX.

To the Right Honorable the Lord Willoughby of Parham.
Parham, if worth concel'd in reason's doom
From want of worth be only once remov'd;
Nor can those virtues be esteem'd and lov'd,
Which listless sleep as in the silent tomb;
No longer let thy youthful years consume
In shy retirement; Thee long since behov'd,
In public life, with courage unreprov'd,
To shew those worths, which bloom so fair at home:
When Virtue, wanting to herself, will shroud
Behind the veil of shameface'd bashfulness
Those charms, which Action should produce to view;
No wonder if the forward, bold, and loud,
In this world's bustling scene, before her press,
Usurp her name, and rob her of her due.