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[Voiture! whose gentle Papers so refin'd]
Voiture! whose gentle Papers so refin'd,As hee comes out, not Characters but Mind;
Whose Letters so abstract hee doth dispence,
That hee's not Writer, but Intelligence;
All Aire, Fire, Spirit; Reader be blest
To bee Calcin'd thus nobly, and Possest,
Whilst your first Thoughts now breake as Prim'tive Witt
And what you speake not Tasts on't, but is it.
R: Louelace
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