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[If I my Pen an higher taske should set]
If I my Pen an higher taske should set,Great Lord, what better matter coulde I finde,
Then of thy worth and vertue to entreate,
Of thy heroicke spirite and noble minde
Now take my gnatt, and try me in a toye,
Whether hereafter I may singe of Troye.
Your Honours most affectionate seruant. Thomas Bastard
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