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Small poems of Divers sorts | ||
16. To my Uncle Sir John Stanhope, an Acrostick.
Sir, to be silent unto you, would be
Imagin'd ill by you, thought worse by me;
Reason I have to write, and therefore will:
Imagin'd ill by you, thought worse by me;
Reason I have to write, and therefore will:
J cannot with my thoughts sit and be still.
Over and over let me search my heart,
Here you, and there I find in every part.
No man was ever to another bound
Over and over let me search my heart,
Here you, and there I find in every part.
No man was ever to another bound
So much as I to you; for you have found
(To make your self more matchless) such new wayes,
As the Invention would extort a praise.
Nature was kind to me, and I do bless
Her care, to give me such an happiness.
Onely t'have been your friend had been a fate,
Proud to have made me ever: but my State
Exceedes; I am your Nephew, and you do
(To make your self more matchless) such new wayes,
As the Invention would extort a praise.
Nature was kind to me, and I do bless
Her care, to give me such an happiness.
Onely t'have been your friend had been a fate,
Proud to have made me ever: but my State
Exceedes; I am your Nephew, and you do
Increase my joy, and make me your friend too.
Shall I be silent then? I can as well
Make my self worthy as refrain to tell.
You are my wonder; every word you speak
Vice trembles at, and thinks that she shall break,
No stop hath vertue, but you do remove,
Casting the same away out of your love.
Live long, and glory in your worth: for you
Equal your will, exceed what others do.
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Make my self worthy as refrain to tell.
You are my wonder; every word you speak
Vice trembles at, and thinks that she shall break,
No stop hath vertue, but you do remove,
Casting the same away out of your love.
Live long, and glory in your worth: for you
Equal your will, exceed what others do.
Small poems of Divers sorts | ||