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To the Right Noble, Robert Lord Sidney Baron of Penshurst. &c.
Thy vertue, and the conscience of the graceThou hast vouchsau'd me, not deserving it,
Doth like two spurres provoke my will and wit,
Thy name with my loues lines to interlace.
Thy honor'd name, name honored of all
That honors grace by man made glorious,
Can of it selfe rowze vp the dullest Muse
To make thereof divine memoriall.
Then, should lit commende to Monument,
No miracle should I perfourme thereby,
Sith it by Nature liues eternally,
Such life to Sidneys being incident.
And sith divine Sr Philip liues in thee,
Be thou that Monument; and so ease me.
I. D.
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