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TO MY WORTHY FRIEND,
Captaine John Smith.
TO combate with three Turks in single du'le,
Before two Armies, who the like hathdone?
Slaine thy great Jailor ; found a common weale
In faire America where; thou hast wonne
No lesse renowne amongst their Savage Kings,
Than Turkish warres, that thus thy honour sings.
Before two Armies, who the like hathdone?
Slaine thy great Jailor ; found a common weale
In faire America where; thou hast wonne
No lesse renowne amongst their Savage Kings,
Than Turkish warres, that thus thy honour sings.
Could not those tyrants daunt thy matchlesse spirit,
Nor all the cruelty of envies spight:
Will not thy Country yet reward thy merit,
Nor in thy acts and writings take delight?
Which here in so few sheets doth more expresse
Than volumes great, this is thy happinesse.
Nor all the cruelty of envies spight:
Will not thy Country yet reward thy merit,
Nor in thy acts and writings take delight?
Which here in so few sheets doth more expresse
Than volumes great, this is thy happinesse.
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