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Of. m. D. A.

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The first letter of every line in this poem has been highlighted in the original to spell the name DAMASCENE AWDLEY.

Deserts of Nymphs, that auncient Poets showe,
Ar not so kouth, as hers: whose present face,
More, than my Muse, may cause the world to knowe
A nature nobly giuen: of woorthy race:
So trayned vp, as honour did bestowe.
Cyllene, in sugerd speech, gaue her a grace.
Excell in song Apollo made his dere.
No fingerfeat Minerue hid from her sight.
Exprest in look, she hath so souerain chere,
As Cyprian once breathed on the Spartan bright.
Wit, wisdom, will, woord, woork, and all, I ween,
Dare nomans pen presume to paint outright.
Lo luysterand light: which if old tyme had seen,
Entroned, shyne she should, with goddesse Fame.
Yeeld, Enuie, these due prayses to this dame.