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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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Of the most excellent Lady, the Lady Anna Carre, sole daughter to the right Honourable Robert Earle of Somerset, Knight of the Garter, &c,
  
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Of the most excellent Lady, the Lady Anna Carre, sole daughter to the right Honourable Robert Earle of Somerset, Knight of the Garter, &c,

Robert Anna Carre.

The Anagram,

Rarer cannot beare.

An Acrostick upon the Anagram.

R arer than you either for brest or braine,
O can the earth beare? or shall it againe
B ud a more hopefull bloome? with this new yeare
E ntring, by Ianus leave, may you appeare
R are Lady like bright Cinthia in her Carre,
T hat's alwayes seene with some conspicuous starre.

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A mply, Heaven hath indow'd you for a Bride,
N one of your age more nobly qualifide.
N one (than your selfe) more vertuous, chaste and faire,
A nd therefore worthy to be counted rare.
C hallenge you may amongst the vertues place,
A nd to the former three, adde a fourth grace.
R aptur'd I am, and I presume, Iove would
R ayne in your lap, a liquid showre of Gold
E ven now: did he your sweet aspect behold.