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A CALCULATION UPON THE BIRTH OF AN HONOURABLE LADY'S DAUGHTER, BORNE IN THE YEERE MDLXXXVIII, AND ON A FRIDAY.
Fayre by inheritance, whom borne wee see
Both in the wondrous yeere, and on the day
Wherein the fairest Planet beareth sway,
The heavens to thee this fortune doe decree:
Both in the wondrous yeere, and on the day
Wherein the fairest Planet beareth sway,
The heavens to thee this fortune doe decree:
Thou of a world of harts in time shalt be
A Monarch great, and with one beauty's ray
So many hoasts of harts thy face shall slay
As all the rest (for love) shall yeeld to thee.
A Monarch great, and with one beauty's ray
So many hoasts of harts thy face shall slay
As all the rest (for love) shall yeeld to thee.
But even as Alexander (when he knewe
His Father's conquests) wept least he should leave
No Kingdome unto him for to subdue,
So shall thy mother thee of praise bereave;
So many harts already shee hath slaine
As few behind to conquer shall remaine.
His Father's conquests) wept least he should leave
No Kingdome unto him for to subdue,
So shall thy mother thee of praise bereave;
So many harts already shee hath slaine
As few behind to conquer shall remaine.
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