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To his worthy Friend Mr. Shirley, vpon his Nuptiall Comedy.
Is Beaumont dead? or slept he all this while,To teach the World the want of his smooth stile?
If he be dead, that part of him Diuine
By transmigration of his soule is thine:
High is thy fancy, yet thy straine so sweete,
Death would be lou'd in such a winding sheete:
This Wedding needes no Offering, and thy worth
Is aboue flattery, to set thee forth:
From whose rich Muse thus Wedded, we shall see
Many faire Children borne to Poësie.
Robert Haruey.
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