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LXXIV. To Thomas Lord Chancelor.
VVhil'st thy weigh'd judgements, Egerton, I heare,And know thee, then, a judge, not of one yeare;
Whil'st I behold thee live with purest hands;
That no affection in thy voyce commands;
That still th' art present to the better cause;
And no lesse wise, than skilfull in the Lawes;
Whil'st thou art certaine to thy words, once gone,
As is thy conscience, which is alwayes one:
The Virgin, long-since fled from earth, I see,
T' our times return'd, hath made her heaven in thee.
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