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To the truly noble Lord, deseruedly al-be-loued, the Lord North.

Most noble Lord, that truest Worthinesse
Which in thy Nature and thy carriage shines,
Doth presse me novv to make them passe the Presse.
Led thereto by these too-slacke tvvisted Lines.
Thou art a Subiect vvorthy of the Muse
When most she raignes in height of happinesse;
Into vvhose noble Spright the Heauens infuse
All Guifts and Graces gracing Noblenesse.
In few, there are so many Parts in Thee,
(All wholy noble) as thus fixt shall bee
On Fames wings when she past her selfe doth flee.