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To my friend Mr. Iohn Ford.
Vnto
this Altar, rich with thy owne spice,
I bring one graine, to thy Loves Sacrifice:
And boast to see thy flames ascending, while
Perfumes enrich our Ayre from thy sweet Pile.
I bring one graine, to thy Loves Sacrifice:
And boast to see thy flames ascending, while
Perfumes enrich our Ayre from thy sweet Pile.
Looke here THOV that hast malice to the Stage,
And Impudence enough for the whole Age;
Voluminously-Ignorant! be vext
To read this Tragedy, and thy owne be next.
And Impudence enough for the whole Age;
Voluminously-Ignorant! be vext
To read this Tragedy, and thy owne be next.
James Shirley.
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