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To my deseruing friend Mr. Iames Shirley, vpon his Comedy, the Wedding.
Thou need'st not, friend, that any man for thee,Should to the World put in security.
Thy Comedy is good; 'twill passe alone,
And faire enough, without this ribbands showne
Vpon the fore-head on't: if high rays'd passion
Temper'd with harmelesse mirth, in such sweet fashion,
And with such harmony, as may inuite
Two faculties of soule, and both delight
Deserue an approbation, in mine eye,
Such in iust value is this Comedy.
Tho. May.
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