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The Prologue.
The manifold great fauours we haue found,By you, to vs poore weaklings still extended:
Whereof your vertues haue bene only ground,
And no desert in vs to be so friended:
Bindes vs some way or other to expresse,
(Though all our all be else defeated quite
Of any meanes) saue duteous thankefulnes,
Which is the vtmost measure of our might:
Then to the boundlesse Ocean of your woorth,
This little drop of water we present:
Where though it neuer can be singled foorth,
Let zeale be pleader for our good intent.
Drops not diminish, but encrease great floods:
And mites impaire not, but augment our goods.
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