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H. To M.
The crased Barke full oft is saued by Pylots care,The greatest griefes by pleasant ioyes asswaged are.
The daylie toyles by some quiet rest are alwayes eased,
The vexing spirites by Musike sweete, seeme somewhat pleased.
My onely ioy regarde you this my wofull case,
Sith none but your disdaine, my sorrow can delace.
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