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So I (perhaps) may light upon some straine,Which may in this your good opinion gaine;And howsoever, if it be a plot,You may be certaine that in this, y'have gotA foyle to set your Jewell off, which comesFrom Madagascar, scenting of rich gummes;Before the which, my lay conceits will smell,Like an abortive Chick, destroy'd i'th shell:Yet something I must say, may it prove fit;I'le doe the best I can; and this is it.
What lofty fancie was't possest your braine,And caus'd you soare into so high a straine!Did all the Muses joyne, to make this PeeceExcell what wee have had, from Romo, or Greece?Or did you strive, to leave it as a FriendTo speake your prayses, when there is an endOf your mortalitie? If you did so,En•y will then, scarce finde you out a Foe:But let me tell you (Friend) the heightning came,From the reflection of Prince Rupert's name;Whose glorious Genius cast into your soule,Divine conceits, such as are fit t'inroule,

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