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To IDEA.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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To IDEA.

Faire louelie Hæbæ Queene of pleasant Youth,
Who bore braue Nectar to the Gods aboue:
Whose glansing beames like Phæbus in the south,
Do both bewitch and burne my brest with loue.
O thou that wars the woundring world for woorth
Whom Nature made to laugh her selfe to scorne,
More excellent then I can set thee soorth:
Whose like nor is, nor shall againe be borne.
My flowing Songs I consecrate to thee,
Good reason were, that they should all be thine.
Thy presence creats all those thoughts in mee,
Which mee immortall, and maks thee diuine:
And such delight I haue with thee to stay,
As twentie Moones do seeme but halfe a day.
Et tua quod superest temporis esse precor.