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Votum Auctoris.
Most mighty God, thou that alone canst save,And raise a stinking Laz'rus from his grave,
That heal'st the sick, and let'st the tongue-tide speake,
That mak'st the weakest strong, and strongest weake,
Into my fainting Soule, doe thou infuse
Thy Spirit, make my tributary Muse,
Pay stipend at thy footestoole, let her be
No more Apolloes, onely now for thee,
Ope thou her sealed lips, that shee may bring
Thee glory: teach, O teach her how to sing.
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