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My noble Lord,
VVhereas the loud resounding trump of fameHath nois'd your worth, and glorifide your name
Aboue all others, let your goodnesse now
Make good that faire report; that I may know
By true experience, what my ioyfull eare
Had but, as yet, the happinesse to heare.
And if the frailty of a womans wit
May chance t'offend; be noble, and remit.
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