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choyfe of you, as meeteft to giue / her deferued countenaunce, after her retourne entertaine her, then, (Right worshipfull) in forte beft befeeming your gentle minde, and her merite, and take in worth my good will herein, who feeke no more, but to fhew my felfe yours in all dutifull affection.

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G. W. fenior, to the Author.

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ARKE is the day, when Phabus face is fhrowded,

and weaker sights may wander soone astray; but when they fee his glorious raies vnclowded, with fsteddy steps they keepe the perfect way, So while this Mufe in forraine landes doth stay, inuention weepes, and pens are caft afide, the time like night, depriud of chearefull day, and few do write, but (ah) too foone may slide. Then, hie thee home, that art our perfect guide, and with thy wit illuftrate Englands fame, dawnting thereby our neighboures auncient pride, that do for poesie, challendge cheefest name.

So we that liue, and ages that succeede,

with great applause thy learned works fhall reede. /

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To the Author.

H Colin, whether on the lowly plaine. pyping to fhepherds thy fweete roundelaies: or whether finging in fome lofty vaine, heroick deedes, of paft, or prefent daies. Or whether in thy louely miftris praife,

thou lift to exercife thy learned quill.

thy mufe hath got fuch grace, and power to please, with rare inuention bewtified by skill.

As who therein can euer ioy their fill.

O therefore let that happy mufe proceede

to climb the height of vertues facred hill, Where endles honor fhall be made thy meede. Becaufe no malice of fucceeding daies,

can rafe thofe records of thy lafting praife.

G. W. I.

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APPY ye leaues when as those lilly hands, which hold my life in their dead doing might

shall handle you and hold in loues foft bands, lyke captiues trembling at the victors fight. And happy lines, on which with ftarry light, those lamping eyes will deigne fometimes to look

and reade the forrowes of my dying spright,
written with teares in harts close bleeding
book.

And happy rymes bath'd in the facred brooke,
of Helicon whence the deriued is,

when ye behold that Angels blessed looke, my foules long lacked foode, my heauens blis. Leaues, lines, and rymes, feeke her to please alone,

whom if ye please, I care for other none.

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SONNET. II.

NQUIET /thought, whom at the first I bred, Of th' inward bale of my loue pined hart: and fithens haue with sighes and forrowes fed, till greater then my wombe thou woxen art. È Breake forth at length out of the inner part,

in which thou lurkest lyke to vipers brood: and feeke some succour both to ease my smart and alfo to fuftayne thy felfe with food. C But if in prefence of that fayrest proud C

thou chance to come, fall lowly at her feet :D and with meeke humbleffe and afflicted mood,c pardon for thee, and grace for me intreat.

Which if the graunt, then liue and my loue cherish, if not, die foone, and I with thee will perish.

SONNET. III.

HE/fouerayne beauty which I doo admyre,

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witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed: the light wherof hath kindled heauenly fyre, in my fraile fpirit by her from baseneffe raysed. That being now with her huge-brightneffe dazed, base thing I can no more endure to view : but looking ftill on her I stand amazed, at wondrous fight of fo celestiall hew. So when my toung would speak her praises dew, it stopped is with thoughts aftonishment: and when my pen would write her titles true, it rauifht is with fancies wonderment :

Yet in my hart I then both speake and write, the wonder that my wit cannot endite.

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