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To the R. Honorable Sr. Iohn Popham Knight Lord chiefe-Iustice of England, &c.
Ivstly seveare, seveare in Mercies cause,Sith it is mercie, mercie-wanting men
To cut of with the razor of the lawes,
That wounds the wounders of their brethren.
To thee (graue Cato) are these lines adrest,
As proofes of what respect they beare thy fame;
Which, with these VVorthies, shalbe here imprest
By my best Pen, in Honor of thy name.
If best deseruers of the publike weale
Should not be memorized of the Muse,
Shee should her proper vertue so conceale,
And so conceal'd, should that and them abuse:
To free her then, and thee, from so great wrong,
Liue lines with Pophams earned praises long.
I. D.
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