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Edwardus Carpenter.

Thy poem shewes, wheare love the scales dothe hold,
iustice, and truith, convertes at everie ende,
from whence no hurt cann comm to younge or old;
concord and musicke doe the same intend;
Which fyve, reducd, somms vp one vnitie,
as sweetlie chauntes thy tragecomidie