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Ad eundem.
To Thee, deare Lord, amidst these drierie Tymes,
My dying Muse vp-reares her drowsie Head.
To Thee shee runs, with rude vntutered Rymes,
And leaues the Bed where long shee lay as dead.
A Countrey Mayde shee is, and yet Thou knowes her:
And in Thine Armes to finde refuge shee throwes her.
My dying Muse vp-reares her drowsie Head.
To Thee shee runs, with rude vntutered Rymes,
And leaues the Bed where long shee lay as dead.
A Countrey Mayde shee is, and yet Thou knowes her:
And in Thine Armes to finde refuge shee throwes her.
Bee Thou the franke MECOENAS to maintaine her
Against the force and furie of her Foes.
If Thou defende, shee cares not who disdaine her:
For shee must sport in spyte of Fortunes Nose.
Democrits Childe shee is, and I dare sayd,
Smyle Thou on her, and shee shall make Thee glad.
Against the force and furie of her Foes.
If Thou defende, shee cares not who disdaine her:
For shee must sport in spyte of Fortunes Nose.
Democrits Childe shee is, and I dare sayd,
Smyle Thou on her, and shee shall make Thee glad.
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