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TO MY MOST DEERE AND dread Soveraigne Iames by the grace of God King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, be all heavenly and earthly happinesse.
Thoughts, fight no more, but now (with Wits accord)Yeeld al obedience to Arts rightest rule;
Then, like a constant treble-twisted cord,
Binde vp the sweet'st affections of my Soule,
And, in a Poesy giue them to, O no,
They are too base for such high Eccellence!
Yet (prostrate) giue them to him, and say so;
So, I may shunne dislike, you, insolence:
Great (ó too narrow is this name for thee)
King, (yet too straite a stile for thy great worth)
And Monarch, (this with it doth best agree)
Deigne to accept a Base base Wit brought forth:
And base it is (great Highnesse) in each line,
Because indeede it is too rightly mine.
His Maiesties lesse then least, and most vnworthy
Subiect: Iohn Davies.
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