The Transformed Metamorphosis By Cyril Turner |
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To the right Worshipfull,
sir Christopher Heydon, C. T.
wisheth æternall fruition of all felicitie.
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To the right Worshipfull, sir Christopher Heydon, C. T. wisheth æternall fruition of all felicitie.
Thou , thou that art the Muses Adonie,Their Pyramis, adorner of their mount,
Thou Christalizer of their Castalie,
Thou Lillian-rose, sprung from the horse-foote fount,
To thee, Artes Patron, Champion to the highest,
That giuest the Sunne a fairer radiance,
To thee Musophilus, that still appliest
Thy sacred soule, to be Trueths esperance.
To thee (this Epinyctall register,
Rasde out by Eos rayes) I write to thee.
To thee (this hoarie Hiems, kill'd by Ver:)
To thee (this metamorphosde Tragœdie)
To thee, I write my Apotheosie:
Mœcenas, strengthen my Tyrocinie.
Your Worships euer, Cyrill Turner.
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