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To his esteemed friend. W. B.

Not for our friendship, or for hope of gaine,
Doth my pen run so swiftly in thy praise:
Court-seruile flatterie I doe disdaine,
“Enuie like Treason stil it selfe betraies.
This worke Detractions sting, doth disinherit:
He that giues thee all praise, giues but thy merrit.
Lewes Machin.