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To my beloued Master, Iohn Dauies.

VVhen I thy Reasons weigh, & meat thy Rimes,
I find they haue such happy weight and measure,
As makes thy Lines extend to After-times,
To leade them to a Masse of Wisedomes Treasure.
With weighty Matter so thou load'st thy Lines,
As to dimme sights they oft seeme darke as Hell;
But those cleere eies that see their deepe designes,
Do ioy to see much Matter coucht so well!
But these thy Numbers most familiar bee;
Because strange Matter plainely they recount:
For which Men shall familiar be with thee
That know thee not; and, make thy fame to mount.
I know no Tongues-man more doth grace his Tong
With more materiall Lines, as streight as strong!
Ed: Sharphell.