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To his learned and much respected friend, Mr. Iames Shirley, vpon his Wedding.
An inforc'd rapture, and high swelling phraseDoth onely gaudy ignorance amaze;
Conceites that yeelde iudicious Writers glory,
Enrich the beauty of thy Comicke Story:
Loues passion in smooth numbers is descride,
Such as becomes the softnesse of a Bride.
I want a Poets aëry soule, to giue
Due prayses to thy lines, which shall out-liue
The Crittickes spleene, the Atheists impious iest;
A modest pen becomes the Muses best,
And such is thine, as thy faire Wedding showes,
Who Crownes thee not, a debt to knowledge owes.
Edmond Colles.
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