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To his honoured friend Master Thomas Nabbes.
Had I the massie wealth of Cheops, thenI'de raise a Piramid unto thy pen
That should for State put downe the empty fame
Of Mausoleus tombe, blot out the name
The Sunnes Colossus had in that same day
When it bestrid the spatious Rhodian bay.
Let Momus prate; thou art above him farre:
The curre that barkes at, cannot hurt the starre.
But why should I presume? for mee to praise
Thy winged raptures, rhapsodies and layes
Were with darke Lanterne up and downe to runne,
And shew th'admiring world the glittring Sunne.
Robert Chamberlaine.
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