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To W. M. of N.
Hail great Preserver of the King
And your owne honour; such a thing
At Court but rare appears;
And when in calmer years
So much vertue, so much crime
Shall be read both at one time:
Treason shall want a Child, and your worth knowne,
Posterity shall thank the Kingdoms grone.
And your owne honour; such a thing
At Court but rare appears;
And when in calmer years
So much vertue, so much crime
Shall be read both at one time:
Treason shall want a Child, and your worth knowne,
Posterity shall thank the Kingdoms grone.
When I before did fancy Men
Of a most glorious soul, my pen
Did Prophesie of you,
To whom so much is due,
That each Patriot must rise
To court you with a sacrifice,
And boldest Writers telling ages, why
Need fear no fiction in their Poetry.
Of a most glorious soul, my pen
Did Prophesie of you,
To whom so much is due,
That each Patriot must rise
To court you with a sacrifice,
And boldest Writers telling ages, why
Need fear no fiction in their Poetry.
Great both in Peace and War, thus fame
Did honour Sidney; on your name
Two Laurels grew, and they
That speak them both, may say,
Thus the fluent Ovid wrote,
And thus too, wise Cæsar fought;
For when your story shall be perfect, you
May both deserve, and have their envies too.
Did honour Sidney; on your name
Two Laurels grew, and they
That speak them both, may say,
Thus the fluent Ovid wrote,
And thus too, wise Cæsar fought;
For when your story shall be perfect, you
May both deserve, and have their envies too.
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