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To my Deare Brother, Colonel Richard Lovelace.

Ile doe my nothing too; and try
To dabble to thy memory:
Not that I offer to thy Name,
Encomiums, of thy lasting Fame.
Those, by the Landed have been writ,
Mine's but a Yonger Brother-Wit;
A Wit thats hudled up in scarres,
Borne like my rough-selfe in the Warres;
And as a Squire in the fight,
Serves only to attend the Knight:
So 'tis my glory in this Field.
Where others act, to beare thy Shield.
Dudley Lovelace, Capt.