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Epig. 16. The Lady E. D. had her Picture drawn thus.

In her faire hand just overthwart her wombe
A green bay-branch, one sprig whereof did come
Up to her Heart, another downward ranne,
Shading the place of procreation:
And crosse the branch these words all might espie,
“Fetch'd from the Fields, Here let me never die.
Upon the upper sprig was written, HITHER,
Upon the lower, (who would not come)