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LIV.
O of my barren muse the birthfull seed!
o quik reviver of my deid conceates!
o scharpe persewar of my slow retraits,
In whose fair face bothe lyfe and deathe I reid!
o thow my foe in love and freind in feed,
that rayses vp my courage and abaites,
that saves by hope, and by dispair defeats,
that semes to help, and geveth no remeide!
O chanell of my ioy, and well of woe!
O tempests of my noyes, and calme of caire,
who nather halds me stil nor letts me goe!
o heavens bliss, and hell of all dispaire!
o glore of earthe and pryde of euerye place
dispachte my lyfe or ells do grant me grace!
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