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To the Author of the Labyrinth of Mans life.
While vulgar heads are stilling Venus Rose,Norden thy Lembeck drops the purest balme;
Thy Nectar to the Pensiue shed in Prose,
With this thy Mummy mingled for ech qualme,
Shall giue thee life: and dying, Loue reuiue,
While Loue, or Life, on earth remaines aliue.
R. J.
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