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To all the right Honorable Earles & Lords of Scotland.
I want no loue, how ere my skill may faile,In Honors Catalogue your names to putt,
Yet now am forc'd thē (al vnseene) to shutt
In these straite Lines, as in the Muses Iaile.
Where Ile detaine thē (not without your leaue)
Till I doe set them foorth with better grace,
Each one in his true Coulors, forme, and place,
And as I found them faire, so them to leave.
When you awhile before my Muse have sate,
(For Painters make thē sitt, whose formes they paint)
Her skill shall faile, but then shee will depaint
According to the Life, your life, and State:
Pictures are vs'd, life, after death to sho,
And youres, my Pen must picture, shalbe so.
I. D.
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