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To his deare Friend, Mr. Thomas Cranly.
Epigram 14.
Brother, for so I call thee, not becauseThou wert my Fathers or my Mothers sonne;
Not consanguinity, nor wedlock laws,
Could such a kindred twixt us have begun:
We are not of one bloud, nor yet name neither,
Nor sworn in brotherhood with Alehouse quarts;
We never were so much as drunk together,
'Twas no such sleight acquaintance joyn'd our hearts;
But a long knowledge with much trial did it;
Which are to chuse a friend the best directions)
And though we lov'd both well, at first both hid it,
Till 'twas discover'd by alike affections.
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The office of a Friend. Do so and spare not:
(Lo here's a Memorandum for what's owing;)
But know, for all thy kind respect I care not
Vnlesse thou'lt shew how I may service do thee,
Then I will sweare I am beholding to thee.
Thine G. W.
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