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To His worthy friend, Ben. Ionson. Vpon his Sejanus.
In that, this Booke doth deigne Sejanus name,Him unto more, than Cæsars love, it brings:
For, where he could not with ambition's wings,
One quill doth heave him to the height of Fame.
Yee great-ones though (whose ends may be the same)
Know, that, how ever we doe flatter Kings,
Their favours (like themselves) are fading things,
With no lesse envie had, than lost with shame.
Nor make your selves lesse honest than you are,
To make our Author wiser than he is:
Ne of such crimes accuse him, which I dare
By all his Muses sweare, be none of his.
The men are not, some faults may be these times:
He acts those men, and they did act these crimes.
Hugh Holland.
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