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XXIII. To John Donne.
Donne, the delight of Phœbus, and each Muse,Who, to thy one, all other braines refuse;
Whose every work, of thy most early wit,
Came forth example, and remaines so, yet:
Longer a knowing, than most wits do live;
And which no affection praise enough can give!
To it, thy language, letters, arts, best life,
Which might with halfe mankind maintaine a strife;
All which I meane to praise, and, yet, I would;
But leave, because I cannot as I should!
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