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TO MY WORTHY friend and Cosen, Captaine John Smith.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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TO MY WORTHY
friend and Cosen,
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1

Captaine John Smith.

IT over-joyes my heart, when as thy Words
Of these designes, with deeds I doe compare.
Heere is a Booke, such worthy truth affords,
None should the due desert thereof impare;
Sith thou, the man, deserving of these Ages,
Much paine hast ta'en for this our Kingdoms good,
In Climes unknowne, Mongst Turks and Salvages,
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T'inlarge our bounds; though with thy losse of blood.
Hence damn'd Detraction: stand not in our way.
Envie, it selfe, will not the Truth gainesay.

N. Smith.

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1. Despite the stated relationship, the identity of "N. Smith" is far from certain
(see the Biographical Directory). Again, the acrostic was reprinted in the GeneralI Historie,
95.

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2. The rhyme here is purely visual.