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To the worthy Muse of his Noble Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight Baronet.
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To the worthy Muse of his Noble Friend, Sir Iohn Beaumont, Knight Baronet.
We doe not vsher forth thy Verse with these,That thine may by our prayse the better please:
That were impertinent, and we too weake,
To adde a grace, where eu'ry line doth speake,
And sweetly Eccho out in this rich store,
All we can any way pretend, and more.
Yet since we stand engag'd, we this make knowne,
Thy Layes are vnaffected; Free; Thine owne;
Thy Periods, Cleare; Expressions, Genuine;
Muse most Emphaticall; and Wit, Diuine.
Thomas Hawkins.
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