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To my Brother the Avthor.
Yet thou wert mortall: now begin to liue,And end with onely Time. Thy Muses giue
What Nature hath deny'd, Eternitie:
Gladly my younger Muse doth honour thee,
But mine's no praise. A large increase it has
That's multiply'd through strong affections glas.
Yet is thy worth the same, and were no other
Though as a Iudge I spake, not as a Brother.
This comfort haue, this Art's so great, so free,
None but the good can reach to censure thee.
Iohn Tomkins.
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