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To Henry Jarmin.

How wicked am I now? no Man can growMore wicked, till he swears, I am not so:Since Wealth, which doth authorize Men to erre,Since Hope, (that is the lawfull'st Flatterer)Were never mine one houre: yet I am lothTo have lesse pride, than Men possess'd of both:Fuller of glory, than old Victors be,That thanke themselves, not Heav'n for Victorie:Prouder than Kings first Mistresses, who thinkeTheir Eies, gazing on Stars, would make Stars winke;That hope, they rule not by imperiall place,But by some beautious Charter in the Face.Yet this my pride, and glory, I thinke lostUnlesse declar'd, and heightned with a boast,

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