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To my Honour'd Friend, Master Iohn Ford, on his Louers Melancholy.
If that thou think'st these lines thy worth can raise,Thou do'st mistake; my liking is no prayse:
Nor can I thinke thy Iudgement is so ill,
To seeke for Bayes from such a barraine Quill:
Let your true Critick, that can iudge and mend,
Allow thy Sceanes and Stile: I, as a friend
That knowes thy worth, doe onely sticke my Name,
To shew my Loue, not to aduance thy Fame.
George Donne.
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